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 movie.

rest." Briony's tone was earnest. "After all, it took a

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

frowned. "Mr.

turn me down again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief, words taunting.

him, at a loss

eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "I

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

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

sincere suggestion. "You could just

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

but laugh out of

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

feelings aren't a joke. I know you

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

argue with you," Briony said, shaking

closed the door,