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.”

She quickly defended herself, saying, “Maybe I’m just naturally talented

something.”

do a job well, you have

do it without your support. Even if I

“You really can’t get a good

something wrong? Do you think that once a woman is married, she should stay at home.

backed down immediately. “You’re right.

issue. of having children, where he refused to obey Cornelie, he probably followed her in most other aspects. “Your apology sounds perfunctory to me. Never mind, I don’t want to argue with you

store.

she could probably make the Earth

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

of cold drinking water.

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

that she must be parched after talking so

Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic, she became even more furious. “Just shut up your mouth, will you? Are you

to pick a fight on

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

the cold water and drank a few sips of it, feeling that

thirst had

asked her. This was his first time in such at crowded place with

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

subpar materials as high-quality ones. I

ridiculous!”

“Should we try

no other option, I suppose,” she replied with

with weary steps. After glancing at her notebook, she said with a deep sigh, “There are so many fabrics left. I wonder when

we need.”