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

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and

had worked for the Fowler family for many

bad mood, he didn’t dare to

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

it with

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him feel

go inside until he finished about five

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

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the

crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

in

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

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

woke

and looked at him, biting

to move. Instead, she simply let

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually grew more

what felt like a long time, Rena finally

a soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d

“I drank a lot at dinner

his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested,

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her arms around

be told, the two of them were both

fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman

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

while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over

couldn’t meet his

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up

had come to prefer

to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena in

got your

said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

to send me the time and

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

as he received her text,

up, he found Rena staring straight

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 took off my clothes to

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he

his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had

the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making out

leaned against his chest when they finished,

back to reality. “Let’s leave the

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

had a strong

did in bed— and when

choice but to

for a while, she

looked at her

had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him,

suddenly felt the urge to

she awoke the following day, she’d wake up

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

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

but feel

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

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

think about it anymore. She

she had had a lot of free time on her

the hospital and moved back into their

he realized that Rena didn’t live

about it, Eloise would help

Eloise do the dishes

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

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh some difficulties now,

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her

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

in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

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

her head and

love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

conversation made the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to leave

his rehabilitation exercises, so she

to the

who was standing outside, all the

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

came from inside the room.

salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

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

looked at

dared he mention

knew that she

seemed to have expected such a

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

want

waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being

blood boiling with rage and

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in

on you! We broke

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