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

trust your 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 sure you

sigh. "It's my bad for not thinking it through.

"Mr. Maynard,

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

him, at

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

temple. "Maynard, are you five years old? Are you really

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

sincere suggestion.

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

couldn't help but laugh out of

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

a sigh, half amused, half annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a joke. I know you like toĝoke around, but some things

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

with you," Briony said, shaking her

door, Maynard's