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."

earnest. "After

bad for not thinking it through. So, you tell me when

frowned. "Mr. Maynard,

me down again?" He cut her off, eyes

him, at a loss

an eyebrow with a teasing

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

else can I do?" Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm running out of tricks

a sincere suggestion. "You

Maynard replied, putting on a wounded look. "Briony, in a few more years I'll be forty and everyone says a man's

help but laugh out

not just accept me

years, and then dump

a sigh, half

annoyed. "Maynard, feelings

know you like toĝoke around, but

his collar with a flourish. "It might

more serious than anyone."

said, shaking her

she closed the door, Maynard's

had time to react before the door

minutes later, a hotel staff member brought up a

lounged on the sofa, one arm