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."

rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took a lot to get my

it

frowned. "Mr.

again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief, words taunting.

stared at him, at a loss for

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

five years old? Are you really trying

"You're

suggestion. "You could just

more years I'll be forty and everyone says a man's no

but laugh out

about this," he continued, "Why not just accept me now-date me

dump me before I

out a sigh, half

"Maynard,

I know you like

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

more serious than anyone."

said, shaking her head.

she closed the door, Maynard's

react before the

hotel staff member brought

lounged on the sofa, one arm