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!”

to be told a

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

out of the

Fowler family

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

to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

it with

between his ends fingers, he

his lungs, nearly

made him

didn’t go inside until he finished about five

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

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

into the master bedroom, and turned on

was in bed,

hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in

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

touch woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

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

leaned over and kissed

gradually grew

a long time, Rena finally pulled away

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

briefly, “I drank a

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

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

smiled and wrapped her

them were both turned on

was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end,

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

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 knew

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

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.

delicious and smelled real

would like

Waylen sat at the

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

to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

to send me the time and address.

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight

the way 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 try to look at me when I

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by

sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with

and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as

his chest when they finished,

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

against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know him

strong desire for

bed— and when they would

no choice but to listen to

with him for a while, she drifted

looked at her serene sleeping

but when he returned to the

felt the

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

waking up early, Rena found herself alone

and even

couldn’t help but feel

two already lived together, and every time they

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

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

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

had been discharged from the hospital

didn’t live with them

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

helped Eloise do the dishes

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him

Rena nodded silently.

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

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her

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

for a while. Suddenly, her face

Waylen for help in exchange

shook her head and

Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend to leave just

doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked

went to the door and

who was standing outside, all the

butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know

the room.

salesman!” Then she went out

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena

coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s

ground and stubbed it out

locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your

at

he mention

that she was wrong about

to have

to coax her gently. “You know

whatever you want with them

waste her breath on him, Rena was about

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

teeth, her blood boiling

hand to slap

you! We broke up a long time

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