I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 187 A Familiar Face

Abigail couldn’t help but wonder, This is interesting. A shop has actually gotten such high praise from Eric? “Is it really worth a visit?” she asked curiously.

“I recommended it because I believe it can help with your designs. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered you with something so trivial, Eric replied warmly.

When she heard his words, she felt a bit apologetic for her initial caution toward his good intentions. “Is it far?” she inquired as she licked her lips.

“Since you’re in Ouisford, you should actually take your time and explore. There are many unique shops here. Trust me when I say that you will regret missing out on any of them,” he said. with a smile.

At the same time, she received a location pin from him.

“Make sure to check it out; I need to get back to work.” With that, he ended the call.

Abigail bought a cup of ice cream and headed to the shop he had recommended. The shop appeared quite ancient, with a wooden sign that read ‘Serenity.”

As she strode in, she found various exquisite wooden carvings and ornaments. Nonetheless, it was evident that it was still primarily a tea house.

So, it was with a slight sense of surprise in her heart that she found a place to sit down.

Before long, a young waitress approached her. “Here’s the tea menu. Please take a look.”

“Thank you.” Abigail didn’t see anything special about this tea house. It’s a tea house with no customers. How did it make enough to survive?

tried her best to squash her disbelief as she flipped open the tea menu. To her featured

surprise. it

selection of pastries and some English Garden Green Tea. Then, she handed the menu back to the

to the kitchen, she glanced at Abigail

then, a tall man walked up to her and took the menu

Look at her brows and eyes; it’s like they were carved from the same mold, the

small ponytail at the back of his head, holding the menu, scrutinized Abigail with complicated eyes. “She

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know.” The waitress stuck out her

the man went to prepare the

kitchen, she told Abigail, “You can take a look at the wooden carvings here. They are available

you,” Abigail said, examining the wooden carvings. Some of them were hung on the walls, while others were displayed in glass cabinets. Even though there were several display cabinets available, the tea house didn’t feel crowded at

wooden piece of accessory. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, evident from how exquisite it looked. It was a very intricate belt with the smallest wooden bead measuring just barely an inch wide. Yet, the carver had managed to create tiny holes in between. Various colors of wood blended harmoniously, giving it an antique yet somewhat vibrant

six different types of wood. Most people mistake it for jade due to its shiny texture. However, it’s made entirely of wood and even emits a unique fragrance,” the waitress approached her

belt for a while before asking,

it has been appraised,

for this 30 thousand belt. “I’ll take it. Can you wrap it up for me?”

waitress seemed surprised by her

replied with

her tea while brainstorming design ideas and admiring

pastries,

designing various details of her clothing pieces, only to realize it was

she planned to leave, she noticed a casually