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

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, Waylen

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the

the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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

ordered, “Thank

Nicolson, had no choice but to

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

it with

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

smoke filled his

made him feel

until he finished about five

opened the door, he found that it was

the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment

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

was in bed,

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

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

watery eyes and looked

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

leaned over

kiss gradually

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin

“Why’d you come back?

“I drank a lot at

bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

help

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

told, the two of them

if he took her now, since he was thinking

take a shower.

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

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

would

Waylen sat at the table

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

phone to deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone

he received her text, Waylen wrote down

looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel

what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what

could think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he

against his chest when they

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

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to

a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and

but to listen to

with him for a while,

her

but when he returned to the apartment and saw how

the urge to pamper

she awoke

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished all

help but feel

The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

dare to think about it anymore. She

lot of free time on

hospital

realized that Rena didn’t live with them

it, Eloise would help her cover it

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

a low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true?

Rena nodded silently.

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

everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

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

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

do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help

her head and said,

even refused to let Eloise

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend to leave

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

the door

she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from her

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

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

ex-boyfriend here, Rena

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and

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

at

he

past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,

to have expected such

gently. “You know I won’t throw them

whatever you want

breath on him, Rena was about

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

blood boiling with rage and

twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with

We broke up a long

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