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!”

be told a

getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you

word, Waylen got out of the

Fowler family for many

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and

ordered,

Nicolson, had no choice

out a cigarette

it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

his lungs, nearly choking

made him feel

until he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found that

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

into the master bedroom, and

was in

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

couldn’t help but reach under the

woke

eyes and looked at

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

leaned over and kissed

gradually

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

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

explained briefly, “I drank a

had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested,

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her arms around

told, the two of them

was thinking about another woman just a few

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

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

couldn’t meet

into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

at the table and

of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

soon as he received her text, Waylen

looked up, he found Rena

he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You

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 morning,” he said

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

his chest when they finished,

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 spent a lot of

strong desire for

what they did in bed— and when they would do

choice but to

a while, she drifted off

at her serene

but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to

the

on Saturday. When she

waking up early, Rena

gone to work, and even Claribel

couldn’t help but

left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex

about it anymore. She got up

on her hands, so she often went to

from the hospital and moved back into

Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

it, Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do the dishes in the

whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could

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

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

while. Suddenly, her

for help in exchange for her moving in with

her head and said, “Don’t

and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to

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

to the

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

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

came from inside the room. “Rena, who

back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

came to visit my father,

the ground and stubbed it out with

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

at

dared he mention

the past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was

seemed to have expected

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

you want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him,

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

gritted her teeth, her blood

her hand to slap him in the face with all

you! We broke up a

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