I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 140 Arguing for the Sake of Arguing

She stood up to leave.

“You know how to pick an outfit, right? Why don’t you help me pick an outfit?” he said behind her.

She turned around, walked up to his suitcase, rummaged through his clothes, and put together a set of clothes in shades of ash gray. “If you want to tag along with me, wear light colors. Dark clothes.

absorb heat from the sun and will

get very hot.”

“Okay.” His eyes flickered with a hint of a smile.

After he finished getting ready, Abigail joined him for a meal. It was then that Luna sent her a screenshot. Joan had clarified in a comment that she was Sean’s cousin, and the comment was

reposted by numerous marketing accounts.

Abigail paid no mind to it, though.

Meanwhile, the sun had already risen at 7.30AM.

Abigail was shopping for fabrics at the fabric market, with Sean following behind her. “This isn’t real wool. Real wool shouldn’t feel scratchy, and it should be cool to the touch at first before it feels warm,” she said before deciding to check out another store.

As they went outside, Sean suddenly remarked, “You’ve learned a lot in a few months working as an assistant. You’re even more professional than some who’ve been doing this for years.”

Abigail’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly defended herself, saying, “Maybe I’m just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential if they’re determined to learn

something.”

if you want to do a job well, you have my

with the notebook in her hand. “You talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even if I

Sean. “You really can’t get a good word out of

think that once a woman is married, she

immediately. “You’re right. I

obey Cornelie, he

store.

wanted to argue, she could probably make the Earth rotate

finished arguing with the fabric supplier, she came out and saw him holding a

of cold drinking water.

after all that arguing, right?” He handed her the drinking

well, thinking that she must be parched after talking so

in a bad mood from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic, she became even more furious.

a fight

else pisses you

deep breath, she took the cold water and drank a few sips of it, feeling that the

her thirst had subsided a

the right fabric?” Sean asked her. This was his first

she acted as Alana; many people loved the haute couture pieces she created. In private, however, she was just like any other regular designer. She had to argue with people

water before replying to him, “He’s trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality

ridiculous!”

“Should we

no other option, I suppose,” she replied

with weary steps. After glancing at her notebook, she said with a

we need.”

your time,”