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

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

a word, Waylen got out of the car and

worked for the Fowler family

didn’t dare to

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

Nicolson, had

pulled out a

lit it with

ends fingers,

filled his

made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

he opened the door, he found that it

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack

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

was in

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

help but reach under the

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked

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

over

gradually

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

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

Waylen couldn’t help but

her

them were both turned

if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

a shower. You go make the noodles for

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had

meet his playful gaze, so

into the laundry basket.

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

at the table and

he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best

to deal

he glanced at Rena

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

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

her text,

found Rena staring straight

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 a shower just

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

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

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

his chest when they

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday

face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know

strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and when they

had no choice but to listen to

cuddling with him for a

her

the apartment and saw how

felt the

When she

despite waking up early, Rena found herself

gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all

but feel a little

two already lived together, and

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

to think about it anymore. She

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

the hospital and moved back into

didn’t live with them anymore,

about it, Eloise would help her cover it

Eloise do

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

Rena nodded silently.

told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could

was finished, Eloise gritted

is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He

a while. Suddenly, her face

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. She knew

her head

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

conversation made the atmosphere in

didn’t intend

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

obediently went to the

she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from

their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had

from inside the room.

an insurance salesman!” Then she went

Rena felt

asked coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has

the ground and

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 go over there and

looked at him

he

memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation,

to have

and tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

whatever you want with them

her breath on him,

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

blood boiling with rage and

her hand to

you! We broke up a long

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