The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham)
Chapter 187

Chapter 187 A Familiar Face

Abigail couldn't help but wonder, This is interesting. A shop has actually gotten such high praise from Eric? "Is it really worth a visit?" she asked curiously.

"I recommended it because I believe it can help with your designs. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered you with something so trivial, Eric replied warmly.

When she heard his words, she felt a bit apologetic for her initial caution toward his good intentions. "Is it far?" she inquired as she licked her lips.

"Since you're in Ouisford, you should actually take your time and explore. There are many unique shops here. Trust me when I say that you will regret missing out on any of them," he said. with a smile. At the same time, she received a location pin from him.

"Make sure to check it out; I need to get back to work." With that, he ended the call.

Abigail bought a cup of ice cream and headed to the shop he had recommended. The shop appeared quite ancient, with a wooden sign that read 'Serenity."

As she strode in, she found various exquisite wooden carvings and ornaments. Nonetheless, it was evident that it was still primarily a tea house.

So, it was with a slight sense of surprise in her heart that she found a place to sit down.

Before long, a young waitress approached her. "Here's the tea menu. Please take a look."

"Thank you." Abigail didn't see anything special about this tea house. It's a tea house with no customers. How did it make enough to survive? She tried her best to squash her disbelief as she flipped open the tea menu. To her featured a way of making tea from the 18th century. surprise. it

She ordered a selection of pastries and some English Garden Green Tea. Then, she handed the menu back to the waiter.

After the waitress returned to the kitchen, she glanced at Abigail through the bamboo curtain.

Just then, a tall man walked up to her and took the menu from her hand.

"She really looks like him. Look at her brows and eyes; it's like they were carved from the same mold, the waitress whispered to the man.

The man with a small ponytail at the back of his head, holding the menu, scrutinized Abigail with complicated eyes. "She does resemble him, but we can't disturb her until we have solid evidence."

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"I know." The waitress stuck out her tongue playfully.

Then, the man went to prepare the tea with the menu in hand.

As the waitress emerged from the kitchen, she told Abigail, "You can take a look at the wooden carvings here. They are available for purchase."

"Alright, thank you," Abigail said, examining the wooden carvings. Some of them were hung on the walls, while others were displayed in glass cabinets. Even though there were several display cabinets available, the tea house didn't feel crowded at all.

At this moment, she came across an exquisite wooden carving. It wasn't exactly a carving: it was a wooden piece of accessory. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, evident from how exquisite it looked. It was a very intricate belt with the smallest wooden bead measuring just barely an inch wide. Yet, the carver had managed to create tiny holes in between. Various colors of wood blended harmoniously, giving it an antique yet somewhat vibrant appearance.

"This belt uses six different types of wood. Most people mistake it for jade due to its shiny texture. However, it's made entirely of wood and even emits a unique fragrance," the waitress approached her and enthusiastically introduced their wares.

Abigail nodded in appreciation. She gazed at the belt for a while before asking, "Is it for sale?"

"Of course, but I have to warn you, it's quite pricey. Since it has been appraised, the price is 30 thousand and not negotiable," the waitress replied.

A dress worth 1.5 million can certainly be a fitting match for this 30 thousand belt. "I'll take it. Can you wrap it up for me?" Abigail asked.

The waitress seemed surprised by her response. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," Abigail replied with a smile.

Soon, tea and pastries were served. Abigail savored her tea while brainstorming design ideas and admiring the wooden carvings.

At this time, she realized why Eric had recommended this shop. It was peaceful, offered excellent tea and pastries, and had attentive service. Most importantly, the aroma of the wooden carvings in the shop calmed her emotions.

Abigail had spent her time designing various details of her clothing pieces, only to realize it was getting dark outside.

As she planned to leave, she noticed a casually dressed man carrying a wooden box approaching her.

When she saw his face, a strange sense of familiarity hit her. Alas, she couldn't quite place where this feeling originated.

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"This is the item you purchased," the man said politely. His attire, much like his demeanor, exuded a relaxed and gentle charm. After a nod, she took out her phone. "Do you accept Venmo?"

"Yes," he replied, taking out his phone.

Abigail paid for the food and drink and left the shop with the wooden box.

Meanwhile, the waitress and the man saw her off at the door. They only started talking once they were sure she was truly gone.

"Why didn't you ask for her number? I think we should. When we create new pastries, we can invite her to taste them," the waitress suggested to the man. "We've been over this. We shouldn't disturb her until we have clear evidence. Let's not give her false hope," the man replied, returning to head inside.

The waitress playfully stuck out her tongue at him and decided not to say anything else.

Abigail returned to her rented room, carrying the box. She was immediately greeted by a delightful woody fragrance when she opened it. It was a blend of several sandalwood scents, giving her a subtle yet refreshing feeling. Overall, it was a unique scent. No perfume could possibly compare to the impression left by the scent emanating from this belt.