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."

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.

bad for not thinking it through. So, you tell me when will you watch a movie with

frowned. "Mr. Maynard,

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

stared at him, at

of?" Maynard arched an eyebrow with a

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

"You're immune

a sincere suggestion. "You could just

more years I'll be forty and everyone says

but laugh out of

not just accept me

dump

out a

"Maynard, feelings

a joke. I know you like

"It might sound like a

more serious than anyone."

with you," Briony said, shaking her head.

she closed the door, Maynard's hand darted

time to react before the

staff member brought up a first-aid

on the sofa, one arm draped over the