The Spare Wife 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.”

just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential

something.”

if you want to do

fanned herself with the notebook in her hand. “You talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even if I can’t do it well, you have no right to

can’t get a

that once a woman is married, she should stay at home. and

down immediately. “You’re right. I was

influenced by her. Except for the issue. of having children, where he refused to obey Cornelie, he probably followed

store.

wanted to argue, she

supplier, she came out and saw him holding a

of cold drinking water.

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

she must

was still in a bad mood from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded

pick a

out on me when someone else pisses you off, does it?” he

took the cold water and drank

her thirst had

a hard time getting the right fabric?” Sean asked her. This was his first time in such at crowded place

loved the haute couture pieces she created. In private, however, she was just like any other regular designer. She had to argue with people in the market and visit various ordinary places. On the contrary, all of his work

replying to him, “He’s trying to pass off subpar materials

ridiculous!”

“Should we

I suppose,” she

she walked out of the fabric market with weary steps. After glancing at her notebook, she

we need.”