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!”

need to be told

drinking. Do you seriously

a word, Waylen got out of the

the Fowler

dare to say

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out

he lit it with

ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

made

until he finished about five cigarettes

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

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the

into the

in bed,

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like

help but reach under the quilt and

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move.

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually

finally pulled away and

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek of

“I drank a lot

on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

and wrapped her arms around his waist

the two of them were

felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end, he stopped

then. I’m going to take a shower. You go make the noodles for

he spoke, he stood up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena

heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would like

sat at the table and

nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the

phone to deal

a while, he glanced

your

long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

he received her

looked up, he found Rena

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 try to look at me when I took off my clothes to take

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can

wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had

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

against his chest when

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

chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had

strong desire

in bed— and when they would

had no choice but to

for a while,

her serene sleeping

when he returned to the apartment and saw how

the urge to

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

couldn’t help but

wanting more! The two already lived together, and

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

had a lot of free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany her

discharged from the hospital and moved back

Rena didn’t live with

asked about it, Eloise would

helped Eloise do the

has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go

she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t even

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

trance for a while. Suddenly, her

she wouldn’t let Rena sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t

head and said,

all his love and even refused

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

intend to leave

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open the

went to the door and

saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before

came from inside the room. “Rena, who

salesman!” Then

Rena felt nothing for

visit my father, there’s no need,

to the ground and stubbed it out

you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should

at

he mention

thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that

to have

gently.

you want with

him, Rena

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being

her teeth, her blood

raised her hand to slap him

broke up a long

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