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

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

a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

had no choice

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

lit it

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

filled his lungs,

made him

didn’t go inside until he finished

soon as he opened the door, he found that

were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the

in bed,

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

the quilt and stroke

touch woke

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do

over and kissed

kiss gradually grew more

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and

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

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

the bed and held 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 cook some noodles for

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

smiled and wrapped her arms around

told, the two of them were both turned on right

was thinking about another woman just

then. I’m going to take a shower.

clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes

pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

was 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 and smelled

would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and

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

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs

he glanced

your hair

her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as

Waylen chuckled softly.

a while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be

bedroom to get her

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex

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

his chest when they

his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday

she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately

a strong desire

did in bed— and when they would do

no choice but to listen to

a while, she drifted

her serene

to the

suddenly felt the urge

on Saturday. When she awoke the following

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

and even Claribel had

but feel

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

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what

to think about it

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

from the hospital and moved back

Rena didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would

do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go

when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to

while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m so

end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange

her head and said, “Don’t

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

conversation made the atmosphere in the

didn’t intend

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

obediently went to the

as she saw who was standing outside, all

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

from inside the room. “Rena,

quickly shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t

ground and stubbed it

came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go

at

he mention

knew that she was

seemed to have

to coax her gently. “You know

you want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about

behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

her blood boiling with rage

raised her hand to slap

We broke up a long time

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