A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 121-130

Flustered, she blushed and remained silent.

On the second-floor terrace of the Fowler residence, Waylen stood, gently swaying the flowing white curtains with his slender fingers. In a low voice, he spoke, “An old friend of my father’s has returned from Braseovell and he will be arriving here soon. It seems I won’t be able to join you tonight.”

What a curious coincidence!

Lyndon, too, had returned from Braseovell on the very same day.

Rena’s voice softened as she replied, “Treat him well, then.”

Waylen nodded. Just as he was about to say something more, a melodious voice called out from behind, “Waylen!”

Startled, he turned around.

Standing there was an elegant middle-aged man, exuding al and charm.

Waylen bid Rena a hasty farewell, his voice barely audible as he ended the call.

A warm smile lit up his face as he greeted the man. “Mr. Coleman, it’s been a long time.”

This man was Lyndon. He and Waylen’s father had been close friends for years, admiring each other’s talents and character.

While it appeared. that Lyndon had returned for his concert tour, his true motive was far more profound-—he had actually come back in secret search of his long-lost daughter.

Lyndon’s smile widened as he greeted Waylen. “Long time no see, It’s been a few years since we last met! I’ve heard great things about your accomplishments in your career.”

Waylen modestly brushed off the praise, engaging in a pleasant conversation with the older man.

Just then, Cecilia ascended the stairs, her eyes sparkling with delight. at the sight of Lyndon. She playfully clung to his arm, reminiscent of her childhood days. “Mr. Coleman, my father is calling for you downstairs,” she said with a mischievous grin.

Lyndon tenderly patted Cecilia’s hand and obliged, making his way downstairs with her.

As they descended, Cecilia couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked, “Did Elvira come back with you this time?”

Lyndon’s expression froze.

His gaze instinctively shifted towards Waylen.

Waylen was leaning against the French window, furrowing his brow and slowly puffing on a cigarette.

Lyndon couldn’t help but admire the young man’s remarkable demeanor, even amidst his evident distress.

In a low voice, Lyndon replied to Cecilia, No, she didn’t. she won’t be returning for the time being.”

On the terrace, Waylen savored the final moments of his cigarette. His parents then started urging him to join them downstairs.

Slowly, he made his way to greet Lyndon, a highly esteemed guest in the Fowler household.

The servants were bustling about, making all necessary preparations to welcome the family’s cherished friend.

Korbyn, with his arm around Lyndon’s shoulder, beamed with joy as he exclaimed, “Lyndon, it’s been years, yet you remain as graceful as ever! I on the other hand, am feeling quite old.”

Cecilia chimed in sweetly, “Dad, are you thinking of finding a new wife”:

Laughter erupted around the table, and Juliette ‘joined in, jesting, “Oh, nonsense! Your father will give you a good scolding for such remarks.”

Cecilia stuck out her tongue and declared, “Mr. Coleman will protect me.”

Juliette smiled affectionately and addressed Lyndon, “Cecilia has always been attached to you since she was a child.”

Lyndon’s gaze rested on Cecilia, his heart tinged with longing.

Though he and his wife had a daughter, she had been adopted. If only he hadn’t prioritized his own ego and disappointed his girlfriend at the time, could he have had a biological daughter as lively and lovely as Cecilia?

He felt a wave of melancholy wash over him and softly uttered, “Cecilia is truly delightful.” Then he gently patted her on the head.

Confused, Cecilia blinked her innocent eyes, unaware of the depth of Lyndon’s emotions.

Sensing the man’s sadness, Korbyn swiftly changed the subject, rekindling a lively atmosphere. However, in the midst of their joyful conversation, Korbyn couldn’t help but notice Waylen’s somber mood. Sighing inwardly, Korbyn knew that there was something bothering his son.

Korbyn sighed.

The dinner continued well into the late hours of the night.

Juliette had already instructed the servants to prepare the guest room for

Lyndon. However, Lyndon insisted on staying in a hotel. With no other choice, she and Korbyn arranged for a driver to accompany their old friend back to the hotel.

As the dinner concluded, the grand dining room now appeared empty:

The only thing heard were the sounds of the servants udying up, the clinking of glasses and plates echoing faintly in the air.

Waylen was about to retire to his room when his father halted him.

“Waylen,1 need to talk to you about something.”

Waylen turned his deep gaze towards his father, awaiting his words.

Korbyn gestured for them to proceed to the study, closing the door behind them.

Once inside, Waylen prepared a cup of tea for the older man. , . “i

“Rad what do you want to talk to me > about in the middle of the night?”

Korbyn did not drink the tea and instead put it aside.

With a serious expression, he began. “Waylen, I noticed that you were not in a good mood during dinner.”

Waylen took out a cigarette, brought it to his lips and lit it.

With a smirk, he replied, “Really? I must have been too tired recently.”

Korbyn frowned. He knew his son very well,

He knew that Waylen was lying.

“I don’t care about your past with Elvira, but you can’t let it affect my friendship with Lyndon.”

Waylen then took a long drag from his cigarette and extinguished it in the ashtray.

Rising from his seat, he smiled wistfully and said, “Then, I’ll take my leave now.”

Korbyn frowned unhappily. “Don’t you consider this house your home? Why do you have to go back to your apartment so late in the middle of the night?”

Korbyn was known for his bad temper and domineering attitude.

Many people feared him, but Waylen wasn’t one of them.

Glancing at his father indifferently, Waylen shrugged and said, “I have to go back and go through some materials for a case.”

Korbyn gritted his teeth in anger, but he knew he couldn’t force his son to stay.

“Get out! I don’t even know why you wanna be a lawyer! Why are you so hell-bent on cleaning other people’s messes?”

Waylen smiled at him mockingly. “Have you forgotten, Dad? The Fowler Group pays me eighty million a year as retainer.”

Korbyn’s nostrils flared and his eyes widened. “I said get out!”

didn’t need to be told a

when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and

worked for the Fowler family

to

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

his

it made

he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside the

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack

the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside

in bed,

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

the quilt and

touch woke

eyes and looked at

dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

gently asked, “Why’d

“I drank

it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

and wrapped her

be told, the two of them were both

he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the

I’m going to take a shower.

bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but

couldn’t meet his playful

laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

at the table and began to slurp up

out due to the nature of his work, so he had come

phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it was freshly

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and

received her text,

found

he looked. Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in

wasn’t too sure what it was.

the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next

when they finished,

his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to

she just pressed her face against his chest. She

a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and when they

choice but to listen to

a while,

her serene sleeping

returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

up early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished all

but feel

he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be

think about it anymore. She

of free time on her

the hospital and moved back into

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

Eloise would

Rena helped Eloise do

a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach

Rena nodded silently.

Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy

a while.

sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her

shook her head and

all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his kindness with

made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

went to the door and

she saw who was standing outside, all the color

several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

came from inside the

an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

Rena felt

to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has

to the ground and stubbed it out

I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there.

looked at

dared he

that she was wrong

have

and tried to coax her gently. “You know

whatever you want with

breath on him, Rena was about to go

being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t

her blood boiling with rage and

raised her hand to slap him in the face with

on you! We broke

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