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!”

to be told a

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the

had worked for the Fowler family for many

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

stop, Waylen ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

out a cigarette and clamped it between

he lit it with

fingers, he took a Jong, slow

his lungs, nearly choking

it made him

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

opened the door, he found that it was

drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in

crept into

in bed,

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke

and looked

she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

leaned over

kiss gradually grew

time, Rena finally

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

briefly, “I drank a lot at

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

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

and wrapped her arms around his waist

of them were both turned

he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in

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

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

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

and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles,

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table

had come to prefer

out his phone to deal with

while, he glanced at

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

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

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

looked up, he found Rena staring straight

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a

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

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

against his chest when they finished, deep

voice that brought her back to reality.

chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come

strong desire for

what they did in bed— and when they

choice but to

a while, she

at her serene sleeping

when he returned to the apartment

suddenly felt the urge

she awoke

morning, despite waking up early,

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but feel a little

more! The two already lived together, and every time

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

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got

a lot of free time on

discharged from the hospital and

that Rena didn’t live with them

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

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the

Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming

knew, and when she was

matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is

a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m

anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t

her head

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

made the atmosphere in the

intend to leave

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his

obediently went to the door and opened

saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from

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

inside the room. “Rena, who is

“No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s

butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

looked at him

he

but now she knew that

have expected such a

gently. “You know I won’t throw

want

him, Rena was about to

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

blood

and raised her hand to slap him in the face

on you! We broke up a long

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