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 told a third

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

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car

worked for the Fowler family

he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

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

Nicolson, had no

his apartment, Waylen pulled out

it with his

fingers, he took

filled his lungs,

it made him

didn’t go inside until he finished about

as he opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow

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

was in bed,

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately.

the quilt and stroke

woke

watery eyes and looked at him,

did she dare to move. Instead, she

Waylen leaned over

gradually grew more

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

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

and wrapped her arms around his

the two of them were both

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

I’m going to take a shower. You go

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now

meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to

laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp

so he had come

his phone to deal with some business

while, he glanced at Rena

your hair

gently ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

up, he found

pinched her face, “You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

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

up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in

chest when

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

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

strong

decided what they did in bed— and when they

choice but

him for a while, she

at her serene sleeping face

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

the urge to pamper

they’d finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke

waking up early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished all her chores

but feel a little

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

Waylen would always withdraw.

about it anymore. She got up and

she had had a lot of free time on her hands, so she

from the hospital and moved

he realized that Rena didn’t live

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

Eloise do

has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

career. Although the latter would go throwgh

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

Rena shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry

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

had said that she wouldn’t let Rena 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.

shook her head

and even refused

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

intend

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

the

who was standing outside, all the color drained

Rena didn’t know how long

the room. “Rena, who

Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

Rena

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

the ground and

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

at him

dared he mention

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

have

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

want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

and raised her hand to slap him in

We broke up

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