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

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

out of the car

worked for the Fowler

didn’t dare to say anything and quietly

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with

ends fingers, he

his lungs,

made him

until he finished about five

the door, he found

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

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

in bed,

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him, biting

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

over and kissed

kiss gradually grew more

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

“Why’d you come back?

“I drank

had no intention

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

and wrapped her

them were both turned on

he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the

going to take a shower. You go

clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

would

at the table and began to slurp up the

so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food

phone to deal with some business

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

her

looked up, he found Rena staring

him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

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

leaned against his chest when

her back to reality. “Let’s

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

a strong desire

in bed— and when

no choice but to listen

with him for a while, she drifted off to

at her

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his mood

felt the

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

early, Rena found herself alone

already gone to work, and even Claribel had

help but

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

always

about it anymore. She got up

of free time on her hands, so she

had been discharged from the hospital and

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

about it, Eloise would help

helped Eloise do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

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

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

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 from

head and

wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to leave

his

obediently went to the door and

standing outside, all the color drained from

feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

ground and stubbed it out with

and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are

at him

he mention

memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that.

to have expected such a

gently. “You know I

whatever you want

him, Rena was about

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

gritted her teeth, her blood

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

you! We broke up a long time

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