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 third

drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

the car and handed the

worked for the Fowler family for

mood, he didn’t dare to say anything

ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

out

he lit it

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took

his

it made him

didn’t go inside until he

the door, he found that it was dark

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

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned

in bed,

onto the sheets delicately. She looked like

but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

to stop him, nor did she dare to

over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

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

she gently asked, “Why’d

briefly, “I drank a

sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no

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

and wrapped her arms

them were both turned on right

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

I’m going to take a shower. You go make the

taking off his clothes 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

meet

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

Waylen would

at the table and began to slurp up the

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

out his phone to deal with some

glanced

your hair

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

get her phone and forwarded the details to him

received her text, Waylen wrote

looked up, he found Rena staring

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

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 clean it tomorrow

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

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 started

chest when

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

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a

a strong desire for

what they did in bed— and when

no choice but to listen to

a

at her serene sleeping face

been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the

the urge to pamper

they’d finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

early,

to work, and even Claribel had finished all her

help but feel

her wanting more! The two already lived together, and

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

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up

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

been discharged from the hospital and

Rena didn’t live with

about it, Eloise would help her

Eloise do the dishes

Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would

she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat,

“What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He

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

Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him.

her head and

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

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

intend to leave

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

obediently went to the door

standing outside, all the color drained

know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their

from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

here, Rena felt nothing

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

butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our

at him

he

memories, but now she knew that she

seemed to have expected such a

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

you want with

wanting to waste her breath on him,

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like this

her blood boiling

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

you! We broke up a long time

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