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

been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really

out of the car and handed the key to the

the Fowler family for many years.

dare to say

ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

pulled out a cigarette and

it with

cigarette between his ends fingers,

his lungs,

made

inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

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

streamed in from the narrow

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

was in bed, sleeping

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

reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

eyes and looked at him,

him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

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

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

“I drank a

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

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and

and wrapped her arms around his

of them

since he was thinking

take a shower. You go make the noodles

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

couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to raise her

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

Waylen would like

the table

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

out his phone to deal with some

he glanced at

your hair

wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone and forwarded the details to him without

he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

looked up, he found

at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel

tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex

her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he

when they finished, deep in

deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave

shy to say anything, 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

strong

did in bed— and when

choice but

him for a while, she drifted

her

a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him,

suddenly felt the urge to

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

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all

couldn’t help but feel

more! The two already lived

think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

think about it anymore. She got up and

lot of free time on her hands, so

discharged from the hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

asked about it, Eloise would help

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

“I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

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

Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished,

“What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold.

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

had said that 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 that Waylen wouldn’t marry

shook her head and said, “Don’t

his love and even refused to

made the atmosphere in

intend to leave just

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

the door

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

insurance salesman!” Then she went

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and

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

looked at him

he

best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just

seemed to have expected

gently. “You know I won’t

you want with them

her breath on him,

behind and whispered, “Stop being so

blood boiling with rage and

to

broke up

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