Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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 an

gown-a handmade, bespoke piece Mr. Chadwick had commissioned at

was crafted using a rare, traditional weaving technique, with

careful maintenance, the natural fabrics had deteriorated, and about thirty percent

to wear it again for a set

was deeply moved. Love that steadfast was a rare thing

on the project, but the repair

to

saw the dress, she shook her head. "This one's tough. The origins are remarkable—it's

at Mrs.

a small village with a long tradition of weaving. My husband, ever the romantic, combined the fabric from my coming-of-age ceremony with my wedding gown. He

smile. "Mr.

does. He's the reason I truly believe in everlasting

Chadwick and her husband exchanged a look

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

what I know, harvesting those

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

not in a rush for the anniversary photos," Mr. Chadwick said. "Ms. Kensington, money isn't an issue. I

give me three days. I'll

gave her a meaningful smile. "No wonder Mrs. Winslow recommended

"I should be thanking you both for your

walked the Chadwicks

up the