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 told

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

the car

worked for the Fowler family for many years.

dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to the

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

pulled out a cigarette

he lit it with his

between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs, nearly

it made him feel

until he finished about five cigarettes in

soon as he opened the door, he found that it was dark

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

crept into the master bedroom, and turned

in bed, sleeping

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

the quilt and stroke

touch woke

looked

to move. Instead, she

over and kissed

kiss gradually

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

“Why’d you come

explained 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 I cook some noodles for

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and

smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist

of them

thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

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

usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had done this on

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

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, which only took her

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

would like

at the

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

to deal with some business affairs

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and forwarded the

received her text, Waylen wrote

up, he found

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

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

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

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

chest when they finished, deep

her back to

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

had a strong

decided what they did in bed— and when they would do

choice but

for a while, she drifted off to

at her serene sleeping

the apartment and saw

felt the

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake up

early, Rena found herself alone in

even

couldn’t help but feel a

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

finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she

think about it

had had a lot of free time on her hands,

from the hospital and moved back into

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

about it, Eloise would help her cover

do the dishes

“I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did

Rena nodded silently.

s career. Although the latter would

everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going

while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

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

her head and said, “Don’t

all, she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

Rena didn’t intend to leave

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

went to the door and

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the

cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long

the room. “Rena, who

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

Rena felt

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

the ground

here to see you!

at

dared he mention

now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,

have expected

coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw

whatever you want

on him, Rena was

being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like this

blood boiling with

to slap him in the face with

broke up

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