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."

heartless?" Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It's just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I'm some

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

not thinking it through. So, you tell me when will you watch a movie

"Mr.

to turn me down again?" He cut her off, eyes

at him, at a loss

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

are you five years old? Are you really

grinning. "You're immune to everything. I'm

offered a sincere suggestion. "You could just give

in a few more

but laugh out

accept me now-date me for a couple of years, and then dump

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

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

can't argue with you," Briony said, shaking her head. "I'm

the door, Maynard's hand