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.”

beat. She quickly defended herself, saying, “Maybe I’m just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential if they’re

something.”

you want to do a job well,

if I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even if I can’t do it well, you have no right

“You really can’t get a good word out of your mouth,

she should stay at

down immediately. “You’re

was brought up by 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 don’t want to argue with you in

store.

to argue, she could probably make the Earth rotate several more times with her

the fabric supplier, she came out and saw him holding

of cold drinking water.

right?” He handed her the drinking water.

thinking that she must be parched after

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

a fight

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

the cold water and drank a few sips of

had subsided a

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

just like any other regular designer. She had to argue with

of water before replying to him, “He’s trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones.

ridiculous!”

we try another

suppose,” she

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

we need.”