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!”

need to be told a third

was getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

got out of the car and handed the key to

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many years.

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

it

fingers, he took a

smoke filled his lungs,

somehow, it made him feel

he finished about five cigarettes

he opened the door, he found

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a little

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

in

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

touch woke

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

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

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

Rena finally pulled away and

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d

briefly, “I drank a lot

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

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

wrapped her

them were both turned on right

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

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

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person,

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

on the floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would like

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

he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook,

his phone to deal with some business affairs

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone

he received her text, Waylen wrote down

up, he found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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 a hoarse

sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never

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

leaned against his chest when they

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

his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know him

a strong desire

what they did in bed— and when they would do

choice but to listen

him for a

at her serene sleeping face

a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the

suddenly felt the

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her

help but

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time

think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always

dare to think about it anymore. She

free time on her hands, so she

been discharged from the hospital and moved

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

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help

helped Eloise do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

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

while. Suddenly,

when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that

her head and said, “Don’t

his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his kindness with

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

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

the door and opened

as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Then she went

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena

asked coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need,

to the ground and stubbed

with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to

at him

he mention

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

seemed to have expected such

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You know I

whatever you want with

waste her breath on him, Rena was about

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

her blood boiling with rage

twice and raised her hand to slap him in

you! We broke up a long time

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