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!”

to be

when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are something,

the car and handed the

Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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

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

Nicolson, had no

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

it with

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

it made

inside until he

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

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a little

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

in bed, sleeping

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

reach under the quilt and

woke

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

to

leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin

gently asked, “Why’d you

drank a lot at

seemed that he had no intention of having sex

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

and wrapped her

be told, the two of them were both turned on

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

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

he stood up and started 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

couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would

at the table and began to slurp up

the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs

while, he glanced at Rena in

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

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

soon as he received her

up, he found

this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off my clothes to take

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

to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he

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

chest when they finished, deep in

her back to reality. “Let’s

his chest. She

strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and when they

had no choice but to listen

him for a while, she drifted off

her serene

terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment

suddenly felt the urge

she awoke

early, Rena found herself

and even Claribel

help but feel a little

yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d

finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning,

about it anymore. She got up and quickly

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

hospital and moved back into their

that Rena didn’t live with

he asked about it, Eloise would help

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

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

Rena nodded silently.

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

to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was

Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just to help

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew

her head and

daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to

conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to

his

the door and opened

standing

was standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there

from inside the room.

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena

are you doing here? If you came to visit my

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there

at

dared he mention

that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her

seemed to have expected such a

coax her gently. “You know

you want with

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

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

raised her hand to slap him in the face with all her

We broke up a

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