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 a third

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

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

for the Fowler family

in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with

ends fingers, he took a

filled his lungs, nearly

made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and

in bed, sleeping

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse

under the quilt and

woke

eyes and looked at him, biting

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

leaned over and

kiss gradually grew

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

gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

drank a lot at dinner

on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having

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

and wrapped her

them were both turned on right

for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about

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

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

her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful

laundry basket. Then she went to the

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would like

the

out 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 suited

to deal with

while, he glanced at

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll

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

soon as he received her text,

he looked up, he found Rena staring

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so

it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed

against his chest when they

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

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know him

had a strong desire

decided what they did in bed— and

choice but to listen

for a while,

her serene sleeping

returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

felt the urge

finally have sex on Saturday. When she

early, Rena found herself alone

and even

couldn’t help but

The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned

Waylen would always withdraw.

about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

had a lot of free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

didn’t live with them anymore,

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do the dishes

having a

Rena nodded silently.

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

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

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

while. Suddenly,

Waylen for help in exchange for

shook her head

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

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

didn’t intend to

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation

the door and

as she saw who was standing

doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to

the room. “Rena, who is

insurance salesman!” Then she went out

here, Rena felt nothing

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

the ground and stubbed it out

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

looked at

he

that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about

seemed to have expected such a

tried to coax her gently. “You know I

you want

him, Rena was about

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all her

on you! We broke up

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