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.”

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

something.”

if you want to do a job well,

wouldn’t do it without

can’t get a good word

a woman is married, she should stay at home.

“You’re

she recalled that he 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,

store.

argue, she could probably

the fabric supplier, she came out and saw him holding a

of cold drinking water.

thirsty after all that arguing, right?” He handed

that she must

that his words sounded sarcastic, she became

pick a fight on

someone else pisses you off, does it?” he replied, holding out the

and drank a few sips of it, feeling

thirst had

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

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

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!”

we

other option, I suppose,” she replied with

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

we need.”