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

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

the car and

Fowler

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

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You

Nicolson, had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

it

fingers, he took a Jong, slow

smoke filled his

it made him

he finished

opened the door, he found that it was

the narrow crack between

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned

in

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

under the quilt

woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

“I drank a lot at

and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take

couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

her arms

be told, the two of them were both turned

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

a shower. You go make the noodles for

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

shower, Waylen sat at the table

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

took out his phone to deal with

glanced at

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the

to the bedroom to get her phone

as he received her

found Rena staring straight

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a

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 tell

the bedroom. As soon as he laid

leaned against his chest when they

to

chest. She had spent

had a strong

they did in bed— and when they

but to listen to

a

looked at her

he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

the urge to pamper

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

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but

her wanting more! The two already lived together,

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

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

the hospital and moved back

Rena didn’t live

he asked about it, Eloise would

do

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

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh

everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

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

a while. Suddenly, her face

had said that she wouldn’t let Rena 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 Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from

her head and

his love and even refused to let Eloise

made the

intend to

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

obediently went to the door and opened

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

at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been

came from inside the

salesman!” Then she

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and

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

looked at him

he mention

apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook

to have expected

smiled and tried to coax her gently.

whatever you want with

on him, Rena was about to

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

teeth, her blood

think twice and raised her hand to

on you! We broke up a long time

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