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."

Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a

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

Maynard heaved a dramatic sigh. "It's my bad for not thinking it

frowned. "Mr.

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

stared at him, at a loss for

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

are you five years

"You're immune to everything. I'm

sincere suggestion. "You

few more years

but laugh

"Why not just accept me now-date me for a couple of years, and then dump me before I hit

annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a joke. I know

might sound like a

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

she closed the door, Maynard's hand