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 a

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

out of the car and handed the key to

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many

mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

had no choice but

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

lit it with his

fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs, nearly choking

it made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he found that

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was

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

in bed, sleeping

on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

did she dare to

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually grew more

felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

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

“I drank

he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

her arms

two of them

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

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

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had done this

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

gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

Waylen would

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp

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

out his phone to deal with some business

he glanced

your

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll be busy

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

her

up, he found Rena staring straight

her face, “You really enjoy looking at me,

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

she could think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making out with

chest when they

back to reality. “Let’s leave

just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with

had a strong

bed— and when they would do

but

for a while, she drifted off to

her serene sleeping face

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

suddenly felt the urge

she awoke the following day, she’d

waking up early, Rena found

and even

couldn’t help but

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

Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex

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

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

the hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

Eloise would help

helped Eloise do

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go

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

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

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

didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She

her head and

given her all his love and even refused to

made the atmosphere

intend

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

obediently went to the door and opened

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. Their

the room. “Rena, who is

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

here, Rena

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

the ground and stubbed

her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old

at

he mention

held her best memories, but now she knew that she

seemed to have

to coax her gently.

want with

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go back

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

her blood boiling with

hand to

We broke

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