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."

let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some

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. I'm

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

frowned. "Mr.

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

stared at him, at

afraid of?" Maynard arched an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "I promise I don't

temple. "Maynard, are you five years

else can I do?" Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're

sincere suggestion. "You could

in a few more years I'll be forty

but

just accept me now-date me for a couple of years, and then dump me before

amused, half annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a joke.

might sound like a joke, but I'm more serious

with you," Briony said, shaking her head. "I'm going to bed.

she closed the door,