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

drinking. Do you seriously plan on

of the car and handed the key to

had worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

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

Nicolson, had

out a

he lit it with

fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs,

it made him feel

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

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

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow

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

was in bed, sleeping

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke

looked at him, biting her lip

nor did she dare to move.

leaned over

gradually

Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

“Why’d you come back? You reek of

drank

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

couldn’t help but lower his head and

smiled and wrapped her arms around

be told, the two of them were both turned

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

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

He was usually a meticulous person,

meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to

was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up the

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

to deal with some business affairs

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

send me the time and address.

to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

he received her text, Waylen wrote

he looked up, he found Rena

staring at him like 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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed

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

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

his chest when they

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

She

had a strong desire for

in bed— and when they

no choice but

a

her serene sleeping face

to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

on Saturday. When she

despite waking up early, Rena

had already gone to work, and even Claribel

help but feel a

left her wanting more! The two

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

dare to think about it

free time on her hands, so she often went

hospital and

Rena didn’t live with

about it, Eloise would help her

Eloise do

been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him a

Rena nodded silently.

complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular

when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold.

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in

shook her head and said,

and even refused to let Eloise have her own

the atmosphere

didn’t intend to leave just

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

went to the door

as she saw who was standing outside, all the

Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine

came from inside the

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

Rena felt

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

ground and stubbed it out with his

he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you!

at him

dared he

best memories, but now she knew that

to have

her gently. “You know I won’t throw

whatever you want with

her breath on him, Rena was

being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like this

her teeth, her blood

to slap him

you! We broke up

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