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 third

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back?

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

Fowler family for many

in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to

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

had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it with his

ends fingers, he took a

filled his

made him

inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

he found that it was

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

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

in

onto the sheets delicately.

reach under the quilt and stroke her

touch woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him,

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

leaned over

gradually

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

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

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

her

the two of them

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 the on the

going to take a shower. You go make

started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of

heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

Waylen would

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

he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs

glanced

your hair

wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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

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

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

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

when they finished, deep in

her back to reality. “Let’s leave

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

strong desire for

did in bed— and when they would do

had no choice but to listen

him for a while, she

looked at her serene

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

felt the urge

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

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but feel a

two already lived

when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like.

dare to think about it anymore. She got

of free time on her

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do

has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

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

when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in

shook her head and said,

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

in the conversation made the

didn’t intend to leave

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked

went to the door and opened

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from her

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

from inside the

insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed

Rena

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

butt to the ground

to see you! Let’s go to our

looked at

he

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

have expected such a

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You know

you want with

breath on him, Rena was about to go back

behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

blood boiling

raised her hand to slap him in the face

We broke up a long

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