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

scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

got out of the car and handed the

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many

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

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

had no

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

it made

he

door, he

in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a little

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside

was in bed, sleeping

pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

reach under the quilt and

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply

leaned over and

gradually grew

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

“Why’d

“I drank a lot

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 you,

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

two of them were both turned on

Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments

to take a

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

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table

come to prefer home-cooked

took out his phone to deal with some business

he glanced at Rena

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

forget to send me the time

the bedroom to get her phone and

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon

his chest when they finished,

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

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

a strong

did in bed— and when they would do

had no choice but to listen to

with him for a while,

at her serene

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

the urge

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself

and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but

more! The two already lived

when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be

dare to think about it anymore.

a lot of free time on

been discharged from the hospital

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do the dishes

“I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true?

Rena nodded silently.

didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or two

she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy

in a trance for a while. Suddenly,

Rena asked Waylen for help in

her head

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

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

the door and opened

she saw who was standing outside, all the

know how long he

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s

ground and

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

at him

he

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

seemed to have expected

tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about

whispered, “Stop being so

teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with

on you! We broke up a

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