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Chapter 140

    Chapter 140


    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 rified in ament that she was Sean’s cousin, and thement was


    reposted by numerous marketing ounts.


    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.”


    “Mm-hmm,” he responded. “Abigail, if you want to do a job well, you have my full support.”


    Abigail fanned herself with the notebook in her hand. “You talk as if I wouldn’t do it without your


    support. Even if I can’t do it well, you have no right to stop. me.”


    Her words enraged Sean. “You really can’t get a good word out of your mouth, can you?”


    “Did I say something wrong? Do you think that once a woman is married, she should stay at home. and


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    take care of her family?” Abigail countered, questioning him.


    He backed down immediately. “You’re right. I was wrong.”


    Abigail felt that he 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. “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 even more furious,” she said, walking into another


    store.


    Only now did Sean realize that if she really wanted to argue, she could probably make the Earth rotate


    several more times with her arguments.


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


    of cold drinking water.


    “You must be thirsty after all that arguing, right?” He handed her the drinking water. In reality, he


    meant well, thinking that she must be parched after talking so much.


    However, Abigail was still in a bad mood from the earlier argument. Feeling that his words sounded


    sarcastic, she became even more furious. “Just shut up your mouth, will you? Are you following me


    around to pick a fight on purpose?”


    “It doesn’t make sense to take it out on me when someone else pisses you off, does it?” he replied,


    holding out the bottle for her.


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


    from her thirst had subsided a lot.


    “Having a hard time getting the right fabric?” Sean asked her. This was his first time in such at crowded


    ce with people dressed inly and bargaining everywhere.


    Abigail looked morous when she acted as na; many people loved the haute couture pieces she


    created. In private, however, she was just like any other regr designer. She had to argue with people


    in the market and visit various ordinary ces. On the contrary, all of his work was either done in his


    office or in upscale hotels.


    Abigail finished half the bottle of water before replying to him, “He’s trying to pass off subpar materials


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


    ridiculous!”


    He nodded. “Should we try another store?”


    “There’s no other option, I suppose,” she replied with a sigh.


    In the evening, she walked out of the fabric market with weary steps. After ncing at her notebook,


    she said with a deep sigh, “There are so many fabrics left. I wonder when we’ll find what


    we need.”


    “Take your time,” he replied.


    She turned to look at him, saying, “Let’s go eat. I’m starving.” She was exhausted to the point of


    despair. After three years of being a housewife,ing out here for procurement made her realize


    how hard work could be.


    They were sitting in the restaurant, and Sean had just finished ordering food when he got a call from


    Joan. After darting a nce at Abigail sitting across from him, he picked up the phone and


    answered it, asking, “What’s the matter?”


    Feeling that his tone suddenly softened, Abigail looked up from the menu. She guessed it was probably


    Joan, and she curled her lips into a mocking sneer.


    It was unclear what Joan said on the other end of the line, but Sean frowned slightly, saying, “I’ll have


    Kevin get it done for you.” Then, he said, “I have something to attend to here, and I’ll be back.


    tomorrow at the earliest.” After that, he grunted in response several times before hanging up


    phone.


    the


    Abigail tossed the menu aside and said indifferently, “If you want to go back, you may leave now.


    No one’s stopping you.”


    “I’ll go back tomorrow,” he replied.


    If I didn’t understand his character, I’d think he has low emotional intelligence and cannot say nice


    things, thought Abigail. “You might as well go back now and not disrupt my meal,” she said while


    getting a waiter’s attention.


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