Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Presidential Suite, Westerhaven Hotel.

Briony sat at the vanity, smoothing moisturizer into her skin.

A knock sounded at the door.

She got up and opened it.

On the threshold, Maynard leaned against the frame, arms folded. "Care to watch

a movie together?"

Briony paused, surprised. "What movie?"

"The new Titanic remake."

She glanced at the clock-barely ten o'clock.

Since her recovery, her routine had settled into a strict rhythm.

Besides, of all movies, he picked that one...

Briony offered Maynard a polite smile. "Sorry, but it's already my bedtime."

"Briony, are you really that heartless?" Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some creep? That hurts, you know."

your character, Mr. Maynard. I just really need my rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took a lot to get my life back on track. I'm sure you can

a dramatic sigh. "It's my bad for not thinking it through. So, you tell me

frowned. "Mr.

again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief, words taunting. "Briony, you're

at

eyebrow

are you five years old? Are you really trying to win me over with

shrugged, grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm running

sincere suggestion.

a few more years I'll be

couldn't help but laugh out of

"Why not just accept

and then dump

out a sigh, half

annoyed. "Maynard, feelings

a joke. I know you like toĝoke around, but

his collar with a flourish. "It might sound like a joke,

more serious than anyone."

shaking her head. "I'm going

she closed the door, Maynard's hand

to react before the door caught his

a hotel staff member

the sofa, one arm draped over