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

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

of the

worked for the Fowler

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

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

Nicolson, had

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

lit it

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

his lungs, nearly choking

it made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

he opened the door, he found that it was

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow

on the sofa, quietly crept into

was in bed,

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

reach under the quilt and

woke Rena

and looked at him, biting her lip

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

leaned over and kissed

gradually

finally

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

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

seemed that he had no intention

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

her

told, the two of them were

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

I’m going to take a shower.

meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy

meet his playful

tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would like

the table

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

to deal with some business

he glanced at

your hair

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next few

to get her phone and forwarded the

as he received her

he found Rena staring straight

staring at him like this, 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 me when I took off my clothes to take a

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

it was. Besides, he

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

against his chest when they finished, deep in

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

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know him

a strong desire

what they did in bed— and when they would do

had no choice but to listen

with him for a while, she drifted off to

her serene

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment

the urge to pamper

have sex on Saturday. When she

next morning, despite waking up early,

and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel a

more! The two already

would always

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

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

been discharged from the hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

asked about it, Eloise would

helped Eloise do the dishes in

a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat,

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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

head

his love and even refused to let

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

intend to leave just

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to

went to the door

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

doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to

inside the room. “Rena, who is

an insurance salesman!” Then

Rena felt nothing for

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

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

looked at him

dared he mention

that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,

seemed to have expected such a

and tried to coax her gently. “You know I

whatever you want with

waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

blood boiling

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

broke up a long time

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