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.

Mrs. Chadwick wanted to have an old dress restored.

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

with

fabrics had deteriorated, and about thirty percent of the dress was

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

deeply moved. Love that steadfast

project, but

to call in

Lydia saw the dress, she shook her head. "This one's tough. The origins are remarkable—it's a handwoven ceremonial gown, considered a

looked 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

"Mr. Chadwick must love you

the reason I truly

exchanged a look and smiled. "The fabric for

to pick the wild plants, then spun and

what I know, harvesting

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

said. "Ms. Kensington, money isn't an issue. I

then said, "How about this: give me three days. I'll see if I

wonder Mrs. Winslow recommended you, Ms.

back. "I should be thanking you both for

walked the Chadwicks

picked up the phone and called

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