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.”

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

something.”

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

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

words enraged Sean. “You really can’t get a good

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

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

store.

if she really wanted to argue, she

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

of cold drinking water.

thirsty after all that arguing, right?” He

must be parched after talking so

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

to pick a fight on

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

took the cold water and drank a

had

asked her. This was his first time in such at

had to argue with people in the market and

pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones. I told them it wasn’t like that before, but he insisted it was.

ridiculous!”

we try

option, I suppose,”

market with weary steps. After glancing at her notebook, she said with a deep

we need.”