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

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

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and

Fowler family for

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

stop, Waylen ordered,

Nicolson, had

Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it

his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

it made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

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

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack

quietly crept into

was in bed,

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse

reach under the quilt

touch woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked

to move. Instead, she

over and kissed

gradually grew more

long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin

gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

explained briefly, “I drank a

sat 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 shower while I

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

and wrapped her arms around

told, the two of them were both turned on

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

a shower. You go make the noodles for

up and started 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

in her chest. She couldn’t meet

the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

at the table and

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

deal with some

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. I’ll be busy

get her phone and forwarded the

as he received her text,

he found Rena staring straight

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 took off my clothes to take

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can

tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what

bedroom. As soon

his chest when they finished, deep in

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

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

had a strong

what they did in bed— and when they

but to

a while, she drifted

her serene

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 pamper

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

early, Rena found herself alone

and even

but feel a little

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

have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she

to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

lot of free time on her hands,

from the hospital and moved back into

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

do the dishes in

has been having a

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh

was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

is going to

trance for a while. Suddenly,

sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with

head and said, “Don’t

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his kindness with

the conversation made the

intend to leave just

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

obediently went to the door

standing outside, all the

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

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

salesman!” Then she went

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

my father, there’s no need,

to the ground and stubbed

he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and get

looked at him

he

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

to have expected such a

coax her gently. “You know I won’t

you want

on him, Rena was

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

teeth, her blood boiling with

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

We broke

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