I Want a Divorce 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.”

Abigail’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly defended herself, saying, “Maybe I’m just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential if they’re determined to learn

something.”

you want to do a job well, you have my

talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your support. Even

a good word

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

immediately. “You’re right. I was

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 this hot weather. Arguing would just make me

store.

she could probably make the Earth

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

of cold drinking water.

right?” He handed her the

thinking that she must be parched

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

to pick a

else

deep breath, she took the cold water and drank a few sips of it, feeling that

thirst had

This was his

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

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

ridiculous!”

nodded. “Should we try