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 told a third

Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking.

got out of the car

had worked for the Fowler

didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

it with his

ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

it made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

he found that it was dark inside the

streamed in from the narrow crack between

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

was in bed,

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked

to move. Instead, she simply let

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually

felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

drank a

of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

wrapped her arms

told, the two of them were both turned

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

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

he stood 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 knew he had done this

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

tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began to slurp up

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

to deal with some

he glanced

your hair

and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll

get her phone and forwarded the details to

as he received her text,

found

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.

up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

it was. Besides, he had never had sex

much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her

against his chest when they finished,

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave

chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately

a strong desire

did in bed— and when

choice but to

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off to

at her

a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

the

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

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

but

wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what

to think about it

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

had been discharged from the hospital and

live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would help

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes

a low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach

Rena nodded silently.

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

when she was finished, Eloise gritted

is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going

a while. Suddenly,

Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with

head and said,

given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her

the conversation made the

intend to leave

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

obediently went to the door

as soon as she saw who was standing

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

the

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father

cigarette butt to the ground

raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s

at him

he mention

that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw them

have expected such a

her gently. “You

you want with them

her breath on him, Rena was

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

teeth, her blood boiling with

to

on you! We broke up

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