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!”
to be told
drinking.
got out of the car and handed
had worked for the Fowler family for many
a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and
the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go
Nicolson, had no choice but
Waylen pulled out
it
his ends fingers, he
filled his lungs, nearly
it made him
didn’t go inside until he
as he opened the door, he found that it was dark inside
streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in
sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on
was in bed, sleeping
cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a
help but reach under the
woke
eyes and looked at him,
nor did she dare to move. Instead,
Waylen leaned over and kissed
kiss gradually grew
a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on
asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek
“I drank
her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex
that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his
wrapped her
of them were both
her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few
take a shower. You go make the noodles
a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy
blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she
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.
delicious and smelled
would
Waylen sat at the
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 with some business
glanced at Rena in
got your hair
ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it
Waylen chuckled softly.
a while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next few
to get her phone and forwarded the details
soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a
he looked up, he found Rena
gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you?
He teased her playfully.
Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.
but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can
his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides,
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, deep
his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday night,
to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time
strong desire for
what they did in bed— and when they
but to listen to
him for a while, she drifted off
her serene sleeping face
when he returned to the
suddenly felt the urge to pamper
she
waking up early,
and even Claribel had finished
couldn’t help but feel a
Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they
that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she enjoy
didn’t dare to think about it
free time on
from the hospital
that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,
asked about it, Eloise would help
been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen
Rena nodded silently.
Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to
everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat,
her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He
trance for a while. Suddenly,
for help in exchange for her
her head
had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her
the conversation made the atmosphere in
Rena didn’t intend to leave just
Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open the
the door
was standing outside, all the color drained
at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before
from inside the room. “Rena, who is
an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and
her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing
If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you
another cigarette butt to the ground and
“Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go
at
dared he
but now she knew that she was
seemed to have expected such a
smiled and tried to coax her gently.
whatever you want with
wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena
and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You
her blood boiling
to slap him in
We broke up a long
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