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

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

of the car

the Fowler family for many

dare to say anything and quietly

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

had

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

he lit it

ends fingers, he

filled his

it made

go inside until he finished about

the door, he found that it was dark inside the

the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

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

in

her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

reach under the quilt and

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

over and

kiss gradually grew

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and

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

briefly, “I drank a lot at

in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with

couldn’t help but lower his head and

her arms around his

the two of them

felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

I’m going to take a

clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now

pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his

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 her

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table

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

to deal with some business

while, he glanced at

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

a while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll

to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

her text, Waylen wrote

looked up, he found Rena staring

liked 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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

bowl, he grabbed

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

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

leaned against his chest when they finished,

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

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

strong desire for

what they did in bed— and when they would

but to

for a while,

looked at her serene sleeping face

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw

the

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

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had

help but

more! The two

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

it

of free time on her hands, so she often

been discharged from the hospital

he realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

asked about it, Eloise would

helped Eloise do the dishes

voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

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

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.

a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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 him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry

shook her head and said,

daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

didn’t intend to leave just

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

the door

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color

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

from inside the room. “Rena, who

an insurance salesman!” Then

here, Rena felt nothing

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no

another cigarette butt to the ground

to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still

looked at him

he

but now she knew that she

seemed to have expected

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

want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so

her teeth, her blood boiling

think twice and raised her hand to slap him in

broke up a long

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