The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 187 A Familiar Face

Abigail couldn’t help but wonder, This is interesting. A shop has actually gotten such high praise from Eric? “Is it really worth a visit?” she asked curiously.

“I recommended it because I believe it can help with your designs. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered you with something so trivial, Eric replied warmly.

When she heard his words, she felt a bit apologetic for her initial caution toward his good intentions. “Is it far?” she inquired as she licked her lips.

“Since you’re in Ouisford, you should actually take your time and explore. There are many unique shops here. Trust me when I say that you will regret missing out on any of them,” he said. with a smile.

At the same time, she received a location pin from him.

“Make sure to check it out; I need to get back to work.” With that, he ended the call.

Abigail bought a cup of ice cream and headed to the shop he had recommended. The shop appeared quite ancient, with a wooden sign that read ‘Serenity.”

As she strode in, she found various exquisite wooden carvings and ornaments. Nonetheless, it was evident that it was still primarily a tea house.

So, it was with a slight sense of surprise in her heart that she found a place to sit down.

Before long, a young waitress approached her. “Here’s the tea menu. Please take a look.”

“Thank you.” Abigail didn’t see anything special about this tea house. It’s a tea house with no customers. How did it make enough to survive?

she flipped open the tea menu. To her featured a way of making tea from the

surprise. it

selection of pastries and some English Garden Green Tea. Then, she handed the menu

waitress returned to the kitchen, she glanced at Abigail through the

a tall man walked up to her and took the menu from her

like him. Look at her brows and eyes; it’s like they were carved from the

man with a small ponytail at the back of his head, holding the menu, scrutinized Abigail with complicated eyes. “She does resemble him, but we

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know.” The waitress stuck out

went to prepare the tea with the

kitchen, she told Abigail, “You can take a look at

others were displayed in glass cabinets. Even though there

intricate belt with the smallest wooden bead measuring just barely an inch wide. Yet, the carver had managed to create tiny holes in between. Various colors of

due to its shiny texture. However,

belt for

it has been appraised, the price is 30 thousand and not negotiable,” the

for this 30 thousand belt. “I’ll take it. Can you wrap it up for me?” Abigail

by her response.

Abigail replied with a

pastries were served. Abigail savored her tea while brainstorming design ideas and admiring

had recommended this shop. It was peaceful, offered excellent tea and pastries, and had attentive service. Most importantly, the aroma of the wooden carvings in the

designing various details of her clothing pieces, only