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

Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many

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

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

out a cigarette and clamped it

lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers,

his lungs, nearly choking

somehow, it made him

he finished

the door, he found that it was dark

curtains were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the

sofa, quietly crept into the master

in bed,

hair cascading onto

but reach under the quilt

woke

watery eyes and looked at him, biting

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

leaned over

gradually grew

felt like a long time, Rena finally

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

explained briefly, “I drank a

it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

couldn’t help but

and wrapped her

of them were both turned on right

felt that it wasn’t fair 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

to take a

off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a

in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful

bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles,

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

the table and began

come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the

took out his phone to deal

a while, he glanced

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

he received her

he found Rena

knew that she liked the way he 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?

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 clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

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

she could think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next

chest when they

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

She had spent a lot of

had a strong

in bed— and when they would do

no choice but to

cuddling with him for a

her serene sleeping face

he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his

felt the urge

she awoke the

early, Rena

work, and even Claribel had finished all her

help but feel

two already lived together, and every time

always withdraw.

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

on her hands, so she often

hospital and

live with

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

helped Eloise do the dishes in the

having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

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

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena,

head and said,

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

conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

intend to

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

the door

who was standing outside, all the color drained

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

inside the room. “Rena, who is

insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed

here, Rena felt

doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t

another cigarette butt to the ground and

I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there

at him

dared he mention

she knew that she was wrong about that.

have expected such a

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

you want with

him, Rena was about to

whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

teeth, her blood

her hand to slap him in

We broke up a long time

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