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.”

“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 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

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 darting 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 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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