Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 189

Hobart’s children were all abroad, so it was just the elderly couple and their longtime housekeeper living in the old house. When Yvonne arrived with a selection of homemade pastries, she found Mr. Cooper busy in his workshop.

The space was modest, less than five hundred square feet, filled with bolts of fabric and racks of sample dresses. In the center sat a vintage sewing machine, which Mr. Cooper was operating with a rhythmic whir. It was hard to believe that this humble workshop was sought after by the city’s elite, with his dresses commanding astronomical prices.

“Mr. Cooper,” Yvonne said with a smile, placing the pastry box on a small table.

Nearly eighty years old, Mr. Cooper’s face was a map of wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp and full of life. He took off his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes as he looked at her with fatherly affection. “Ah, there you are, little one. You’ve come just in time. Help me with the frog closures on that turquoise dress.”

“Grandpa, I just got here and you’re already putting me to work,” Yvonne teased, but she was already sitting at the workbench, needle and thread in hand, carefully selecting a pair of closures. Her cutting skills were still lacking, but she was proficient at everything else.

With a new helper secured, Mr. Cooper settled into a wicker chair by the table, sipping tea and sampling her pastries.

“It fits perfectly, Mr. Cooper! You haven’t lost your touch,” she said, emerging from the fitting room with a satisfied smile.

As she stepped out, she saw that someone else had entered the workshop. Bennett’s tall frame looked strikingly out of place in the cluttered room. He wasn’t in uniform today, just a simple shirt and trousers, but his powerful presence was undeniable. Bullet, who had been sitting at his feet, sprang up and bounded over to her.