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!”

be told a third

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

got out of the

Fowler family

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

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

Nicolson, had no choice

out a cigarette and clamped it between

he lit it

the cigarette between his ends fingers,

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made

he finished about five cigarettes

door, he found that it

in from the

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into

in bed,

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like

reach under the quilt

woke

watery eyes and looked at him, biting

she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

Waylen leaned over

gradually

felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You

explained briefly, “I drank

he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested,

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

her arms

the two of them were both turned on right

he was thinking about another woman just

going to take a shower. You

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left

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

tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

would

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

his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals.

took out his phone to deal with some business

he glanced at Rena in

got your

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

her text, Waylen

he found Rena staring straight

like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can

wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

his chest when

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

anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know

had a strong

did in bed— and when they

choice but to listen

for a while, she drifted off

her serene sleeping

but when he returned to the

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

waking up early, Rena

to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but

more! The two already lived together, and every time they

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

think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

a lot of free time on her

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

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 go back to regular programming in one’

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly,

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

head and said,

given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

conversation made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

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

the door and opened

who was standing outside, all the color drained from

feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there

inside the room. “Rena,

an insurance salesman!” Then

Rena felt nothing for

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

ground and stubbed

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

looked at

dared he

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

have

and tried to coax her gently. “You know

you want with

on him, Rena was

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

hand to slap him in the face with

you! We broke up a long

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