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!”

didn’t need to be

downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan

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

Fowler family

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

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

Nicolson, had no choice but

Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

filled his

made

go inside until he finished about

opened the door, he found that it was dark

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between

crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

was in bed,

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

under the

woke Rena

and looked at

to

Waylen leaned over and

gradually

Rena finally pulled away and rested her

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

“I drank a lot

held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention

couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

and wrapped her

told, the two of them were both turned on right

thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end,

a shower. You go make

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

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious

would like

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

was always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals.

out his phone to deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

gently ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

found Rena staring

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow

was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before,

the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed,

when they

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

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

strong desire for

decided what they did in bed—

no choice but

for a while, she

at her

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

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

When she

up early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished

but

two already lived together, and every time

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She

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

from the hospital and moved

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

it, Eloise would

Eloise do the dishes in

has been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh

she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

is going to marry Harold. He

while. Suddenly,

said that she wouldn’t let Rena sell her 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

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

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend

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

to the

she saw who was standing outside, all the

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

inside the room.

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

here, Rena felt

to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t

ground and stubbed it out with

he raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things

looked at

he mention

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

seemed to have expected such a

tried to coax her gently. “You know

whatever you want

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go

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

blood boiling with rage and

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in

on you! We broke

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