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.”

naturally

something.”

he responded. “Abigail, if you want to do a job well, you have my

I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even if I can’t

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

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

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 her in most other aspects. “Your apology sounds perfunctory to me. Never mind, I don’t want to argue with you in

store.

that if she really wanted to argue, she could probably make the Earth rotate several more times

arguing with the fabric supplier, she

of cold drinking water.

that arguing, right?” He handed her the

must be parched after talking

sounded sarcastic, she became even more furious. “Just shut up your mouth,

a

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

and drank a few sips

had

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

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 was

half the bottle of water before replying to him, “He’s trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones. I told them it wasn’t like that before, but he

ridiculous!”

“Should we try another

other option, I suppose,”

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

we need.”