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

car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed

Fowler family for many years. Seeing

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

had no choice but

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

he lit it

fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him

go inside until he finished

opened the door, he found that it was

were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

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

couldn’t help but reach under the

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do

over

kiss gradually

like a long time, Rena finally

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

briefly, “I drank

that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested,

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

her arms around

two of them were both turned

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

okay then. I’m going to take a shower.

meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor.

couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

Waylen was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began

to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although

to deal with some

glanced at

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

added, “Don’t forget to send me the

her phone and forwarded the

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

found Rena staring straight at

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?

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel

to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was.

As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and

when

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

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

had a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and

choice but to listen to

for a while,

looked at her

when he returned to the

the

Saturday. When she awoke the following

up early,

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

couldn’t help but feel a

loved Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would

to think about it

on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and

Rena didn’t live with them

he asked about it, Eloise would

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the

Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did

Rena nodded silently.

s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular

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

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m

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 stop Rena from agreeing to

her head and said, “Don’t

and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing

the conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the

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

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

inside the room. “Rena, who is

shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

asked coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father,

to the ground and stubbed

her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You

looked at

dared he mention

now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her

to have

tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw them

whatever you want with them

her breath on him, Rena was

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t

her teeth, her blood boiling with

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap

on you! We broke up a

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