The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 213

I pulled out my tablet and began making notes. “For a property this size, we could expand that concept significantly. The ocean proximity gives us unique opportunities for sound therapy. And these gardens-“I gestured toward the window, “-are already established enough to provide excellent foundations.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he smiled. “The gardens are original to the property. My grandmother designed them.”

“They’re exquisite,” I said honestly. “We could create outdoor healing spaces that transition seamlessly from the existing landscape-meditation paths, sensory gardens, maybe even a labyrinth.”

“A labyrinth?” he questioned.

“Walking meditation,” I explained. “Simple paths that wind toward a center point. They’ve been used for centuries as tools for contemplation and healing.”

His eyes lit with interest. “I like that idea.”

For the next hour, we discussed the property in detail. He showed me blueprints of the main house and outbuildings, explaining the history of each structure. I shared preliminary thoughts on how the spaces could be transformed the ballroom into a movement therapy studio, the library into a quiet meditation space, the old stables into private therapeutic cabins.

“The east wing would need significant renovation,” he was saying. “The structure is sound, but the interior hasn’t been updated since the 1970s.”

“That gives us a clean slate,” I replied, making notes. “We could incorporate state-of-the-art therapeutic technologies while preserving the historical exterior.”

He nodded, then checked his watch. “I’ve kept you longer than intended. You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

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