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."

you really that heartless?" Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you

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 can

bad for not thinking it through. So, you tell

frowned. "Mr. Maynard,

cut her off, eyes bright

at a loss for

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

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

Maynard shrugged, grinning. "You're immune to

sincere suggestion.

a few more years I'll be forty and everyone

couldn't help but

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

annoyed. "Maynard, feelings aren't a joke. I know you like toĝoke around,

"It might sound like a joke, but I'm more

argue with you," Briony said, shaking her head.

she closed the door, Maynard's hand