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!”

didn’t need to be

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

out of the car

the Fowler family for many

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

ordered, “Thank you,

Nicolson, had no

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

lit it

ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

it made

he

the door, he found that it was

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked

she dare to move. Instead, she simply

Waylen leaned over

gradually grew

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

gently asked, “Why’d you come

“I drank

the 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

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms

be told, the two of them were

thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

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

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail

meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

would

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp

always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her

took out his phone to deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena

got your

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

soon as he received her text,

he looked up, he found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

to 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

his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had

think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As

when they finished,

that brought her back to reality.

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

had a strong

did in bed—

choice but

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off

her serene

but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

the urge to

she awoke the

waking up early, Rena found herself alone

even Claribel

help but

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

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would

it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

a lot of free time on her hands, so

from the hospital and moved

Rena didn’t live with

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her

Eloise do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

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

when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

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

while. Suddenly,

Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with

head and said, “Don’t

even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

conversation made the atmosphere

intend to leave just

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to

obediently went to the door and opened

standing outside,

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

inside the room. “Rena, who is

an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

here, Rena

you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t

to the ground and stubbed it out with

eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go

looked at him

dared he

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

seemed to have expected such a

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

you want

on him, Rena

“Stop being so cold

her blood

hand to slap him in

broke up

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