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!”

be

his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving

of the car and handed the key to

the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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 go home

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

lit it with

between his ends fingers,

his lungs, nearly

made him feel

until he

soon as he opened the door, he found that it

the narrow crack between the curtains.

quietly crept into

in bed, sleeping

cascading onto

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

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

Waylen leaned over and

gradually

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away

she gently asked, “Why’d

“I drank a

had no intention of

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

and wrapped her arms around his waist

be told, the two of them were

Waylen felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another

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

up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left

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

laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and

always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to

took out his phone to deal with some

he glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address.

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

received her

up, he found Rena staring

gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you?

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what he

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

his chest when

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

her face against his chest. She had spent

strong

bed— and when they

choice but to

a while, she drifted off

at her serene sleeping face

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

the urge

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

despite waking up early, Rena found

even Claribel had finished all

but feel a

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

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

to think about it anymore. She got

she had had a lot of free time on her

had been discharged from the hospital and moved

live with them anymore, he

about it, Eloise would

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming

she knew, and when she 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

while.

for help in exchange for her moving in with

shook her head and said, “Don’t

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

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

intend to

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

the door and opened

as she saw who was standing outside, all

know

the room. “Rena, who is

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena

came to visit my father,

to the ground and

“Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old

at him

he

but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw them

to have expected

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You know I

you want with

her breath on him,

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

teeth, her blood boiling with

hand to

We broke

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