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."

"After all, it took

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

frowned. "Mr. Maynard,

you going to turn me down again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief,

stared at him, at a loss for

of?" Maynard arched an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "I promise

pressed her fingers to her temple. "Maynard, are you five years old? Are you really trying

else can I do?" Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're immune

suggestion.

look. "Briony, in a few more years I'll be forty and

but laugh out

not

and then dump me before I hit

out a sigh,

"Maynard,

a joke. I know you like

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

more serious than anyone."

argue with you," Briony said, shaking her head.

she closed the door, Maynard's

to react before the door

hotel staff member brought up a first-aid

lounged on the sofa, one arm draped