The Spare Wife

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,

wouldn’t do it without your support. Even

“You really can’t get a

Do you think that once a woman is married, she should stay at home. and take care of her family?” Abigail countered,

backed down immediately. “You’re right. I was

was being dismissive, and her anger intensified. But then, 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, he probably followed her in most other aspects.

store.

she could probably make

with the fabric supplier, she came out and saw

of cold drinking water.

arguing, right?” He handed her the

she must be

still in a bad mood from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded sarcastic, she became even more furious. “Just shut

to pick a fight on

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

the cold water and drank a few sips of it, feeling

had

hard time getting the right fabric?” Sean asked her. This was his first time

as Alana; many people loved the haute couture pieces she created. In private, however, she was just like any other regular designer. She had to argue with

pass off subpar materials as high-quality ones.

ridiculous!”

“Should we try another