A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love - Chapter 1307

Chapter: 1307

Their relationship had improved considerably in recent times.

Perhaps it was Harold’s tragic death that had eased the tension between them.

Deep down, Waylen understood that Harold’s demise had left an indelible mark in Rena’s heart.

He knew better than to make a fuss about it since Harold was no Longer among the living.

Gradually, he adapted to their waning passion and doubts began to creep in. How much did Rena Love him?

Adults’ love often involved weighing the advantages and disadvantages.

They choose to stay in their comfort zone after considering all the factors.

Moreover, Waylen had no improper desires for other women.

Putting away his phone, he was about to resume his work when a soft knock resounded at the door. Assuming it was room service, he went to open it.

 

To his surprise, it was Ruth standing outside.

Upon learning that Waylen was on a business trip to Hondrau, she had deliberately adjusted her schedule to stay at the same hotel as him.

Dressed in a silk pajama, she exuded a captivating sexual allure.

“Mr. Fowler, the heater in my room is broken. Can I use yours?” she hinted.

Unmoved by her advances, Waylen stood firm at the door.

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Even in the dead of night, he remained impeccable.

Clad in a white shirt and black suit pants, he exuded the masculinity of a mature man.

With a nonchalant tone, he mocked, “How much do you charge, Miss Powell? If you don’t mind, many of my subordinates are single and in need of companionship.”

The humiliation overwhelmed Ruth; she hadn’t expected him to be so sharp-tongued.

The last time she saw him, though he appeared indifferent, he treated women with grace and politeness. She had hoped that her current status as an A-List actress would gain his favor.

Yet, his words seemed to imply that she was nothing more than a prostitute.

With trembling Lips, Ruth attempted to explain, “Mr. Fowler, I would never sell my body!”

Waylen asked with disdain, “Really? Then wrap yourself up and don’t knock on men’s doors in the middle of the night! Furthermore, if word of this gets out, your tiny company won’t survive for much Longer.”

After delivering that cutting remark, Waylen slammed the door shut.