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!”

need to be told a

“You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving

got out of the

had worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

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

Nicolson, had no

out a cigarette and clamped it between

he lit it

ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

his lungs,

made

inside until he finished about

soon as he opened the door, he found

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

coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

in

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

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt

touch woke

looked at him,

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

leaned over

gradually

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

asked, “Why’d you come

drank a lot at dinner

bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

wrapped her arms

be told, the two of them were

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 on the end, he stopped kissing

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

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 knew he had done this

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

would

sat at the table and began to slurp up the

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

his phone to deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone and forwarded the details to him without

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he found Rena staring

“You really enjoy looking

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 morning,” he said in

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

back to the bedroom. As soon as he

against his chest when they

voice that brought her back to reality.

to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent

strong desire

bed— and when they

but to listen to

for a while, she

at her serene sleeping face

when he returned to the apartment and saw how

suddenly felt the urge to

they’d finally have sex on Saturday. When she

despite waking up early, Rena found herself

to work, and even Claribel had finished

couldn’t help but feel

two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always

think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

lot of free time on her

hospital

didn’t live with them anymore,

asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

do the dishes in

that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach

Rena nodded silently.

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

was finished, Eloise gritted her

Waylen’s sister is going

in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

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. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from agreeing to

her head and said,

his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

to the

was standing outside, all the color drained

didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

the room. “Rena, who is

quickly shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she

Rena

my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been tortured

ground

head, 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

at him

he

she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her

have expected such a

coax her gently.

want with

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go

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

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

hand to slap him in the face with all her

We broke up a long

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