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 told a third

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

of the car

had worked for the Fowler family

to say anything

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

had no choice but to

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

it

cigarette between his ends fingers, he

filled his

somehow, it made

inside until he finished

he opened the door, he found

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the

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

in

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and

touch woke Rena

looked at

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

over

kiss gradually

finally pulled away and rested her chin

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

explained briefly, “I drank

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

smiled and wrapped her arms around

them were both turned on

for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman

take a shower. You go make the

stood up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now

meet his playful

Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would like

at the table and began to

he had come

deal

glanced at Rena

got your

her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll

to the bedroom to get her phone and

soon as he received her text,

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight

pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

pretended to briskly clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what he

bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed,

against his chest when they

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

chest. She had spent a lot of

a strong desire

bed— and

but to

cuddling with him for a while,

at her serene sleeping

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

suddenly felt the urge

When she awoke

up early, Rena

to work, and even

but feel

more! The two already lived together,

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

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

on her hands, so she often

hospital and moved

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

Eloise would help her cover

helped Eloise do the

voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him

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

she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m so

for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop

head

Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to

conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend to leave

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

went to the

as she saw who was standing outside, all

didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their

the

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went

here, Rena felt nothing for

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

butt to the ground and stubbed it out

to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You

at

he mention

but now she knew that she was

have

gently.

want with them

to waste her breath on him, Rena was

being so cold to me, Rena.

teeth, her blood boiling with

her hand to slap him in the face with

you! We broke up a long

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