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!”

be told

scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really

word, Waylen got out of the car

worked for the Fowler

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to the

Waylen ordered, “Thank

had no choice

Waylen pulled out a cigarette

lit it

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his

it made him

until he finished about five cigarettes

he found that it was

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

was in bed,

on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move.

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually

finally pulled away and rested

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

drank a

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

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

wrapped her arms

two of them were both turned on right

that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about

a shower. You go make the noodles

up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person,

in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t

Waylen was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to

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

to deal

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details

as he received her text,

he found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,”

seemed to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t

her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed

his chest when they finished, deep

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

say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot

a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and

had no choice but to listen to

a while, she

her serene sleeping

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

the urge to pamper

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

morning, despite waking up early,

work, and even Claribel had finished all

help but

wanting more! The two already lived

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what

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

time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

hospital and

realized that Rena didn’t live

Eloise would help her cover it

Rena helped Eloise do the

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

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

while.

do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange

shook her head and

biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

didn’t intend

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to

went to the door

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from

feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

inside the

Then she

Rena

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has

to the ground

came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and

at him

dared he

apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and

seemed to have expected such

and tried to coax her gently.

whatever you want

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being

blood

her hand to slap him in

broke up a long time

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