Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 221

Chapter 223

After Lauren and Irwin left, Briony hesitated for a moment before returning to her lounge to check things over.

She didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Shaking her head, she thought she was probably just being overly cautious. Irwin was only a child-what could he possibly get up to?

Still, Briony really didn't want to be disturbed again.

Stepping out of her office, she turned to Hannah and said, "From now on, for any reason at all, don't let in anyone connected to Irwin Stewart."

“Understood.” Hannah sighed quietly. "Briony, I'm sorry... she said she was sent by Mr. Lewis, and I was worried about offending him, so—"

"I get it. But the item she brought was a fake. And that claim about Mr. Lewis? Almost certainly a lie."

Briony caught the guilty look on Hannah's face, and her voice softened. "The client coming this afternoon-Mr. Chadwick-his background is much more significant than Mr. Lewis's. Chin up."

Hannah nodded. "I understand!"

Briony returned to her restoration studio and picked up her work.

At three in the afternoon, the Chadwicks arrived.

Mr. and Mrs. Chadwick were celebrating their golden anniversary this year, and

the love between them was still unmistakable.

to have

bespoke piece Mr. Chadwick had commissioned at great expense

using a rare, traditional weaving technique, with intricate folk embroidery. It was a

time had taken its toll. Despite careful maintenance, the natural fabrics had

restore it. She wanted to wear it

was deeply moved. Love that steadfast was a rare thing

wanted to take on the project, but the repair involved advanced

to call in

shook her head. "This one's tough. The origins are remarkable—it's a handwoven ceremonial gown, considered a cultural treasure

at Mrs.

long tradition of weaving. My husband, ever the romantic, combined the fabric from my coming-of-age ceremony with my wedding gown. He asked the village elders to weave and embroider it

"Mr.

I truly believe

a look and smiled.

my husband himself-he led a group up into the mountains to pick the wild plants, then spun and wove the

nodded thoughtfully. "From what I know, harvesting those plants depends on the

year to harvest the fibers. But maybe, if we ask around, we can find

for the anniversary photos," Mr. Chadwick said. "Ms. Kensington,

a moment, then said, "How about this: give me three

Mr. Chadwick gave her a meaningful smile. "No wonder Mrs. Winslow recommended you, Ms. Kensington.

you

personally walked the

up the phone and called

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