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 told a

downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you

a word, Waylen got out of the car and

for the Fowler family

to say

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank

had no choice

out a cigarette and

lit it

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

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him feel

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

from the narrow

into the

was in

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

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually

Rena finally pulled

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

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

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

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

and wrapped her arms around his

be told, the two of them were both turned

thinking about another

take a shower. You go make

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 he

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

in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

Waylen would

the table and began to slurp up

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

his phone to deal with some

he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

her fingers 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 be

get her phone

he received her text, Waylen wrote down

up, he found Rena staring straight at

knew that she 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 you?

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell

up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next

chest when they finished,

back to

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

had a strong desire for

did in bed— and when they would do

choice but to listen

a while,

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, his

the urge

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

early, Rena

even Claribel had finished all her chores and

couldn’t help but feel a little

more! The two already lived together,

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

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

free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany her

discharged from the hospital and

live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her

do

been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

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

everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

Rena shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is

trance for a while. Suddenly,

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

her head and said, “Don’t

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

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

Rena didn’t intend

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

to the

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

cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long

inside the room.

insurance salesman!” Then she went out

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t

ground and

he raised his head, 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

at

he

thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong

have expected such a

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

whatever you want with

him, Rena was about to

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being

teeth, her blood

hand to slap him

you! We broke up

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