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

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

of the car

the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to

Waylen ordered, “Thank

Ryder Nicolson, had

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

he lit it

ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his

it made

until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he found that it was dark inside the

in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

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

in bed, sleeping

onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

help but reach under the quilt and

touch woke

looked at him, biting

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

over and kissed

gradually grew

felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

“Why’d you come back? You

briefly, “I drank a

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

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

wrapped her arms

told, the two of them were both turned on right

her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments

a shower. You go make the noodles for

the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena

her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his

in the 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.

delicious and

would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and

work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food suited

deal with some business affairs

glanced at

your hair

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next few

to get her phone and forwarded the

he received her text, Waylen wrote

looked up, he found

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? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off my clothes to take a

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a hoarse

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

As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in

chest when they finished, deep in

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

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She

had a strong

did in bed— and when they would do

had no choice but to listen

a while, she drifted off

at her serene sleeping face

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

felt the

she awoke the following day, she’d wake up

up early, Rena found herself alone in

work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

but feel a

he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and

have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

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

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

hospital

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

asked about it, Eloise would

helped Eloise do the dishes in the

“I heard that Harold has been having a

Rena nodded silently.

that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

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

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

when Rena asked Waylen for help in

head

and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

the atmosphere in the

intend to leave just

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

to the door and opened

who was standing outside, all the color

standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided

voice came from inside the room.

insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door

here, Rena

you came to visit my father, there’s no

butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

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

looked at him

he

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

seemed to have expected

coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with

waste her breath on him, Rena was about

from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

teeth, her blood boiling

think twice and raised her hand to slap him

broke up a long

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