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."

a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some creep? That hurts, you

just really need my rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took a lot

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

"Mr. Maynard,

He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief,

at a loss for

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

you five years old? Are

else can I do?" Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm running out of tricks

sincere suggestion. "You

wounded look. "Briony, in a few more years I'll be forty and everyone says a man's

but

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

feelings aren't a joke. I know you like toĝoke around, but

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

shaking her head. "I'm going to

she closed the door, Maynard's hand