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!”

need to be told a

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

Waylen got out of the car and handed the key to

the Fowler family for many years.

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

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

Ryder Nicolson, had

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

he lit it

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he

filled his

made

until he finished about five cigarettes in

soon as he opened the door, he found that

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

under the quilt and

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked

nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

over and

kiss gradually

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

a soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

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

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but

wrapped her arms around

them were

it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just

to take a shower. You go make

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

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

gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

would

sat at the table and began to slurp up

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

his phone to deal with some business

glanced

your hair

wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

her text, Waylen

found Rena staring straight at

he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at

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 clean

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

back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid

his chest when they finished, deep

to reality.

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately

strong desire for

did in bed— and when

but to listen to

with him for a while, she

looked at her serene sleeping

mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and

felt the urge to pamper

When she awoke the

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

even Claribel had finished all

help but feel

Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived

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

think about it

of free time on

the hospital and moved back into

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

asked about it, Eloise would help

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

“I heard that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter

was finished, Eloise

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

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

shook her head and said,

biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

conversation made the

intend to leave just

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his

the door

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

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

the room. “Rena, who is

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

Rena felt nothing for

doing here? If you came to visit my father,

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

at him

he

now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without

to have expected

tried to coax her gently. “You know I

want with

breath on him, Rena

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

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with

We broke up a long time

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