The Spare Wife (Abigail Quinn and Sean Graham) novel 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.

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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.”