Chapter 140: Arguing for the Sake of Arguing

She stood to leave.

"You know how to pick an outfit, right? Why don't you help me pick one?" he said from behind her.

She turned, walked to his suitcase, rummaged through his clothes, and selected a gray outfit. "If you're coming with me, wear light colors. Dark clothes absorb heat and will get very hot."

"Okay." His eyes flickered with amusement.

After he finished getting ready, Abigail joined him for a meal. Luna then sent her a screenshot. Joan had clarified in a comment that she was Sean's cousin, a comment reposted by numerous marketing accounts.

Abigail ignored it.

Meanwhile, the sun had risen at 7:30 AM.

Abigail shopped for fabrics, with Sean trailing behind. "This isn't real wool. Real wool shouldn't feel scratchy; it should feel cool at first, then warm," she said before moving on to another store.

Outside, Sean remarked, "You've learned a lot in a few months as an assistant. You're even more professional than some who've been doing this for years."

Abigail's heart skipped a beat. "Maybe I'm just naturally talented and hardworking. After all, one has limitless potential with determination," she quickly replied.

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

Abigail fanned herself with her notebook. "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 angered Sean. "You really can't say anything nice, can you?"

"Did I say something wrong? Do you think a married woman should stay home and care for her family?" Abigail countered.

He immediately conceded. "You're right. I was wrong."

Abigail felt his apology was dismissive, fueling her anger. Remembering his upbringing by Cornelie, she thought, "Except for having children, he probably follows her in most other aspects." "Your apology sounds perfunctory. Never mind, I don't want to argue in this heat. It'll only make me angrier," she said, entering another store.

Only then did Sean realize that if she wanted to argue, she could argue endlessly.

After Abigail finished arguing with the fabric supplier, she found Sean holding a bottle of cold water.

"You must be thirsty after all that arguing," he said, offering it. He genuinely meant well.

However, Abigail, still angry, felt his words were sarcastic. "Just shut up! Are you following me to pick a fight?"

"It doesn't make sense to take it out on me when someone else upsets you, does it?" he replied, holding out the water.

Taking a deep breath, she drank some water, feeling her thirst subside.

"Having a hard time?" Sean asked. He was experiencing this crowded, bustling market for the first time.

Abigail, glamorous as Alana, was a different person in private. She argued in the market, unlike Sean, whose work was always in offices or upscale hotels.

Abigail finished half the bottle before replying, "He's trying to pass off subpar materials as high-quality. I told him, but he insisted! How ridiculous!"

He nodded. "Should we try another store?"

"No other option," she sighed.

In the evening, she left the market with weary steps. Glancing at her notebook, she sighed, "There are so many fabrics left. I wonder when we'll find what we need."

"Take your time," he replied.

"Let's eat. I'm starving," she said, exhausted. Three years as a housewife had made her realize how hard work could be.

They were in a restaurant when Sean received a call from Joan. Glancing at Abigail, he answered, "What's the matter?"

His softer tone made Abigail look up from the menu. She guessed it was Joan and smirked.

Sean frowned slightly. "I'll have Kevin handle it. I have something to attend to and will be back tomorrow at the earliest." He grunted several times before hanging up.

Abigail tossed the menu aside. "If you want to go, go. 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, Abigail thought. "You might as well go now and not disrupt my meal," she said, flagging down a waiter.

(Bonus Reached)

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