Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 140 Arguing for the Sake of Arguing SEARCH The Findwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

She stood up to leave.

"You know how to pick an outfit, right? Why don't you helppick 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 swho'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 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 makeeven 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 cout 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 beceven more furious. "Just shut up your mouth, will you? Are you followingaround to pick a fight on purpose?" "It doesn't make sense to take it out onwhen 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 tgetting the right fabric?" Sean asked her. This was his first tin such at crowded place with people dressed plainly and bargaining everywhere.

Abigail looked glamorous when she acted 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 people in the market and visit various ordinary places. 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 glancing 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, coming 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 daring a glance 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 haven 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 nidem things, thought Abigail. "You might as well go back now and not disrupt my meal," she said while getting a waiter's attention. Bonus Reached X