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

in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really

a word, Waylen got out of the car

for the Fowler family for many years.

dare to say anything

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it

between his ends fingers, he took a

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

made him

he finished

as he opened the door, he found

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the

sofa, quietly crept into the

in

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

the quilt and stroke

touch woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

dare to move. Instead, she simply let

over and kissed

gradually grew more

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

asked, “Why’d you come

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

it seemed that he had no intention of having

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

them were both

her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

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

He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor.

blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

would like

at the

was always eating out 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 his

phone to deal

a while, he glanced

got your

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next few

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he looked up, he found Rena

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,

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

reach for his empty bowl, he

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

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

his chest when they finished,

deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent

a strong desire

decided what they did in bed— and when they

no choice but

with him for a while, she drifted off

looked at her serene sleeping

a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment

suddenly felt the

Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

help but feel

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

always

to think about it anymore. She got up

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

been discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

Eloise would help her cover

Eloise do the dishes in the

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

Rena nodded silently.

Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his

when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just to help

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 him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from

head and said, “Don’t

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

conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

the door and

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

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

the room. “Rena,

“No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

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

looked at him

he mention

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

have

tried to coax her gently. “You know I

you want with

waste her breath on him, Rena was about

whispered, “Stop being so cold to

her blood boiling with

hand to slap

We broke up a long

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