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

“You’ve been drinking. Do you

got out of the car and handed the

the Fowler family for many

he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

out a cigarette and clamped it between his

lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his

it made him feel

he

opened the door, he found that it was

in from the

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on

in bed, sleeping

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

under the

touch woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

dare to move. Instead, she simply

leaned over and kissed

gradually

time, Rena finally pulled

asked, “Why’d you come back?

“I drank a lot at

that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

her arms

the two of them were both turned on right

wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in

to take a shower.

a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena

She couldn’t meet his playful

into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

would like

the table and began to slurp

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

to deal with some

glanced at

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll be busy for

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

soon as he received her text,

up, he found Rena

face, “You really enjoy looking at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by

seemed to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

chest when they finished, deep

to

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

had a strong

they did in bed— and when

choice but to listen

a while, she drifted off to

looked at her serene sleeping

had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the

felt the

When she awoke the following day,

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

to work, and even Claribel had finished all

help but

her wanting more! The two

Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like.

to think about it anymore. She got up and

lot of free time on

had been discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

live with

asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

Rena helped Eloise do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold.

a trance for a while.

anything when Rena asked Waylen for help

head

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to

the

Rena didn’t intend to leave

doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation

obediently went to the door

saw who was standing outside, all the color

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

the room. “Rena, who

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

here, Rena felt nothing for

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

the ground and stubbed

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

looked at

dared he

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

to have expected such a

her gently. “You know I won’t

want with them

breath on him,

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

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

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

you! We broke

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255