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 told a third

his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving

of the

had worked for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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

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

Nicolson, had no choice but

his apartment, Waylen pulled out

he lit it with

ends fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his

made him feel

inside until he finished about five cigarettes

soon as he opened the door, he found

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

was in bed, sleeping

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke

looked at him, biting her lip

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

leaned over and

kiss gradually grew

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

asked, “Why’d you come back? You

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

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

couldn’t help but lower his head and

her arms around his

them

since he was thinking about another woman just a few

a shower.

the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a

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

floor and tossed them into the laundry basket.

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious

would like

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to

out due to the nature of his work, so he had come

deal with some

he glanced at Rena in

your

gently ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time

the bedroom to get her phone

he received her text, Waylen

found Rena staring

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

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

when they finished,

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

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a

a strong desire

decided what they did in bed— and when

had no choice but to listen

a while, she drifted off

at her

the apartment and saw how Rena was so

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

up early, Rena

work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

but feel a little

her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

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

dare to think about it anymore.

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

had been discharged from the hospital and

didn’t live with them anymore,

Eloise would

do

a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him a

Rena nodded silently.

Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter

when she was finished, Eloise

fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m so

didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She

her head and

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

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

intend to

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation

went to the door and

who was standing outside,

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

from inside the room. “Rena, who is

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

asked coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed

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

at

he

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

to have expected such

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

you want

waste her breath on him, Rena

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling

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

you! We broke up

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