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!”

to be told a third

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the

worked for the Fowler

dare to say anything

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers,

filled his

somehow, it made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he

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

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

was in bed, sleeping

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

but reach under the quilt

touch woke

watery eyes and looked at

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

over and kissed

kiss gradually

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled

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

drank a

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

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

and wrapped her arms around his waist

of them were both turned

now, since he was thinking about another

then. I’m going to take a shower. You go make the noodles for

towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

Waylen would

the table and began

had come to

his phone to deal with

he glanced

your

and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone and

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he looked up, he found Rena

looked. Catching her 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 at me when I took off my clothes to

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

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

against his chest when they finished, deep in

was his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday

pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of

a strong desire

what they did in bed— and

choice but

a while, she drifted off

at her serene sleeping face

terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

work, and even Claribel had finished all her

couldn’t help but feel a

left her wanting more! The two already

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

on her hands, so she often

hospital and

didn’t live with them anymore, he was

about it, Eloise would

do

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

Rena nodded silently.

Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t even

Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just

a while. Suddenly, her

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 that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from agreeing

head and said, “Don’t

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

conversation made the atmosphere in the

intend

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

the door and

as she saw who was standing

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

inside the room. “Rena, who

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still

looked at him

dared he

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

have expected such a

tried to coax her gently. “You know I

want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

blood boiling with rage and

and raised her hand to slap him in the face with

on you! We broke up a long

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