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.

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

stared at him, at a

an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "I

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

grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm

offered a sincere suggestion. "You could

thirty-six," Maynard replied, putting on a wounded look. "Briony, in a few more years I'll be forty and everyone says a man's no

help but laugh out of

about this," he continued, "Why not just accept me

then dump

let out a sigh, half

"Maynard, feelings

joke. I know you like toĝoke

"It might sound like a

more serious than anyone."

can't argue with you," Briony said, shaking her head. "I'm

she closed the door, Maynard's

had time to react before

hotel staff member brought up a first-aid

lounged on the sofa, one arm draped over