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.

wanted to have an

was her wedding gown-a handmade, bespoke piece Mr. Chadwick had commissioned

traditional weaving technique, with intricate folk embroidery.

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

hoped to restore it. She wanted to wear it again for a set of golden

was deeply moved. Love that steadfast was a rare

the project, but the repair involved advanced textile

Hannah to call in

shook her head. "This one's tough. The origins are remarkable—it's a handwoven

looked at Mrs.

explained, "Yes, I was born in a small village with a long tradition of weaving. My husband, ever the romantic, combined the fabric

"Mr. Chadwick must love you

the reason I

her husband exchanged a look and smiled.

was gathered by my husband himself-he led a group up into the mountains to pick the wild plants, then spun and wove the fibers over many months.

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

only a two-month window each year to harvest the fibers. But maybe, if we ask

photos," Mr. Chadwick said. "Ms. Kensington,

about this: give me three days. I'll see if I can source the right materials.

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

you both for your

walked the Chadwicks

office, Briony picked up the phone and

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