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.”

saying, “Maybe I’m just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential if they’re determined to

something.”

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

talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your

a good

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

backed down immediately. “You’re right.

Cornelie. His mindset was likely heavily 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

store.

that if she really wanted to argue, she could probably make

the fabric supplier, she

of cold drinking water.

that arguing, right?” He handed her the drinking water. In reality,

must be

from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic, she became even

pick a fight on

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

took the cold water and drank a few sips

had

the right fabric?” Sean asked her. This was his first time in such at crowded place with people dressed plainly and bargaining

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

finished 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

ridiculous!”

nodded. “Should we try

other option, I suppose,” she replied with a

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

we need.”