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

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

out of the car and handed

worked for the Fowler

to

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

Nicolson, had no choice but

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

he lit it with his

between his ends fingers, he took a

his

made him

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

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

in from the narrow crack between

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

in

on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

but reach under the

woke

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

over

kiss gradually grew

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

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

explained briefly, “I drank a

held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

her arms around his

them were both

that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

take a shower.

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

blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

them into the laundry basket. Then she went

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would

a shower, Waylen sat at the

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

took out his phone to deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena

got your hair

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

he added, “Don’t forget to send me the

get her phone and forwarded

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

up, he found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean

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

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

when they finished,

to

his chest. She had spent

a strong desire for

did in bed— and when they would do

had no choice but to listen

for a while, she drifted off

looked at her serene sleeping

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

suddenly felt the urge

on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

waking up early, Rena found herself alone

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

but feel a

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up and

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

been discharged from the hospital and moved

live with

it, Eloise would help her cover it

Rena helped Eloise do

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

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’ or

to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, 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 that

head

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend

helping Darren with his rehabilitation

obediently went to the door

was standing outside, all

butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he

came from inside the

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

Rena felt

here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things

at

dared he

she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook

to have expected

tried to coax her gently. “You

want with

breath on him, Rena was about to

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

her teeth, her blood boiling with

to slap him in the face with all her

you! We broke up a long

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