Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony said calmly, "Let's head back to the studio first."

"The studio?" James raised an eyebrow.

"You brought the statue of Jesus, didn't you?" Briony glanced at him. "I want to examine the piece in person."

James chuckled. "Alright."

Truth be told, he was just as eager-impatient, even-to see what Briony could do. He wanted to witness the kind of talent that could make the famously strict Professor Winslow still talk about her, even after five years.

When they arrived at the studio, Briony changed into her work clothes.

Inside the restoration room, she opened the artifact case and carefully placed the porcelain statue of Jesus on the workbench, then scanned it—

Data collected, she transferred the analysis to her computer.

Briony's expression grew serious. "The damage is even worse than it looked in the photos. This will be a tough restoration. The craftsmanship is very old, and some of the original materials might be hard to source."

James stood with one hand in his pocket, looking entertained. "So, after all that, are you saying you can't restore it?"

"I can restore it," Briony replied, pulling off her gloves and meeting James's gaze. "But I'll need some time."

James said, “Professor said you have two weeks, tops."

Two weeks? Briony pressed her lips together for a moment. "That's more than enough. I'll have it done in a week."

them a month, knowing

throat, trying to sound stern. "Briony, just remember-this artifact is incredibly rare. This

"I know."

determined. "Professor always said: every artifact is a witness to history, and every restoration is a profound dialogue with the past. As restorers, we need reverence for history and a

watch at the hospital, Briony decided to stay at the

jolted awake by her phone buzzing with a

stayed up late after James left, researching materials online until nearly 2 a.m. Groggy, she fumbled for her phone

more than a groan. "Wake up... Come rescue me at the

Briony frowned. "What happened?"

voice was weak, tinged with accusation. “Is there some kind of laxative in Northborough's

was silent for a

...

cab to the hotel and practically had to support James, who looked pale

ER, the doctor diagnosed

an IV,

into Cedric Clarke and Stewart at the entrance of the emergency

deep in conversation but

Stewart and gave Cedric a polite nod. "Dr.

smiled warmly. "Ms. Kensington,

sick. I came to keep him company," Briony

friend?" Cedric shot