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

“You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

out of the car and handed the

worked for the Fowler family for many

he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

it with

fingers, he took

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him feel

inside until he finished about five cigarettes

he opened the door, he

drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the

in bed, sleeping

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

reach under the quilt and

touch woke Rena

and looked at him, biting her

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

over

kiss gradually grew more

felt like a long time, Rena finally

gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek

explained briefly, “I drank a

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

couldn’t help but

her

them were both

took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just

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

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of

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

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

would

the

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

to deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena in

your

and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone and forwarded the details

soon as he received her

up, he found Rena staring straight

pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he

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

Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making

chest when they finished, deep

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

She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to

a strong desire for

in bed— and when they would do

but to listen

a while, she drifted off to

looked at her serene sleeping face

he returned to the

felt the

When she awoke the following day, she’d

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

even Claribel had finished all

couldn’t help but feel a

Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together,

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

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

had had a lot of free time on her

been discharged from the hospital and moved

didn’t live with them anymore, he

about it, Eloise would help

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

is going to marry Harold. He can’t

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

body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she

shook her head

even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his

dip in the conversation made the

intend to

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

to the door

was standing outside, all the

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

the room. “Rena, who is

back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the

Rena felt nothing for

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

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

at

he

held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her

seemed to have expected

and tried to coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with them

waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

hand to slap him in the face with all

broke up a long time

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