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

in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

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

driver had worked for the Fowler family

a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him

Waylen ordered,

Nicolson, had no choice but

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out

he lit it with

cigarette between his ends fingers,

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him feel

inside until he finished

the door, he found that it was

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside

in

hair cascading onto the sheets

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt

woke

looked at him, biting her

to move. Instead,

Waylen leaned over

gradually grew more

Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek of

explained briefly, “I drank

the edge of the bed and held her 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

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

smiled and wrapped her

them were both turned on

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

I’m going to take a shower. You

meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all

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

laundry basket. Then

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

would

the table and began to slurp

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

to deal with

a while, he glanced at

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her

her text,

up, he found

“You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

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

As soon

when they finished, deep

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

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

strong desire for

they did in bed— and

choice but to listen

him for a while,

at her serene sleeping

mood earlier, but when he returned to the

suddenly felt the urge to

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

up early, Rena found herself alone in

gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

but feel a

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

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

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and

time on her hands, so she often went to

from the hospital

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

do the dishes in

“I heard that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’

was finished, Eloise

matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his

a while. Suddenly, her

help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but

her head and

given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing

sudden dip in the conversation made the

didn’t intend to leave

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the

she saw who was standing outside, all the color

feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

inside the room.

salesman!” Then she went out and

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no

ground and stubbed it out

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

looked at him

dared he

best memories, but now she knew that

to have

coax her gently. “You

you want with them

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like this

blood boiling

and raised her hand to slap him in the

on you! We broke up a long

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