Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 562

Briony never imagined that at thirty, she would become the prime target of every gold-digger and social climber in town.

She slipped out alone onto the balcony, craving a breath of fresh air.

Peter followed her out, balancing a plate with a slice of frosted cake.

He wasn't exactly new to show business-three years in, a handful of forgettable lead roles in period dramas, but nothing that ever made waves. By now, his agency had all but pushed him to the sidelines.

He'd pulled every string he could just to get an invite to tonight's party, all for a chance to make an impression on Briony.

"Ms. Kensington, it's matcha cream cake. I remember you said you liked it."

His voice was gentle behind her. Briony turned, glancing indifferently at the cake he offered before meeting Peter's eyes.

He was handsome enough, even by Hollywood standards-tall, soulful eyes, the kind of looks casting directors loved for brooding second leads.

Briony swirled the champagne in her glass. "Sorry, I don't eat sweets."

"But in your last interview, you said matcha cake was your favorite..."

"I was just making conversation." Briony looked him in the eye, her tone cool. "I know what you're after, but I'm afraid I'm not in the market for a boy toy. You'd better look elsewhere."

Peter's smile faltered.

nod, Briony turned and strolled

dodged

you're a hard

CEO of Vypera Technologies-and her most

was considered one of the city's most eligible bachelors. Thirty-five, single, strikingly handsome, eldest son and heir to

Starlight Entertainment, so for the sake of the

glanced over at

come in from the balcony. "Ms. Kensington, you don't seriously go for those pretty boy actors,

Peter was a headache,

subtlety of a spotlight, relentless and impossible to

gotten a pretty good read on him:

lightly.

looking for? Whatever it is, I'll do my

me, Mr. Maynard. I rushed here and haven't eaten yet.

buffet, helping herself to whatever looked good, ignoring Maynard shadowing her every

A few wealthy guests tried to approach her, but Maynard's warning glare

One persistent man

complained, keeping pace at her side. "I've been single my whole life, never even had a proper crush You're literally the

ever