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."

half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some creep?

tone was earnest. "After all, it took a lot to get

sigh. "It's my bad for not thinking it through. So, you tell me when will you watch

frowned. "Mr. Maynard,

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

at a loss for

Maynard arched an eyebrow

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

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

offered a sincere suggestion. "You could just give

wounded look. "Briony, in a few more years I'll be forty and everyone says a man's no good after

help but laugh out

he continued, "Why not just accept me now-date me for a couple

let out a sigh, half amused, half annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a joke. I

his collar with a flourish. "It might sound like a joke, but I'm

Briony said, shaking her

the door, Maynard's