Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 704

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."

"Briony, are you really that heartless?" Maynard let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "It’s just a movie. Are you guarding against me like I’m some creep? That hurts, you know."

"I 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 can understand."

"Fine." Maynard heaved a dramatic sigh. "It’s my bad for not thinking it through. So, you tell me—when will you watch a movie with me?"

Briony frowned. "Mr. Maynard, I—"

"Are you going to turn me down again?" He cut her off, eyes bright with mischief, words taunting. "Briony, you’re such a coward."

Briony stared at him, at a loss for words.

"What are you so afraid of?" Maynard arched an eyebrow with a teasing smirk. "I promise I don’t bite."

Briony pressed her fingers to her temple. "Maynard, are you five years old? Are you really trying to win me over with reverse psychology?"

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

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