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 a

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

the car and handed the

for the Fowler family for many years.

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

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

lit it

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made

until he finished about

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside the

were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between

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

was in bed, sleeping

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

but reach under the quilt and stroke

touch woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead,

over

gradually

time, Rena finally pulled

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

“I drank a

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

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

wrapped her

of them were

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

a shower. You go make the noodles

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

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

bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious

would

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

nature of his work, so he had come to

phone to deal with some

a while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

received her text,

looked up, he found Rena staring

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.

bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he

but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

when they finished, deep in

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

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

cuddling with him for a

looked at her serene sleeping

to the apartment and

the urge to pamper

When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

waking up early, Rena

had already gone to work, and even

but feel

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived

always

about it anymore. She got up and quickly

lot of free time on her hands, so she often went

hospital

he realized that Rena didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just to help

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

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 Rena, but she didn’t stop

head

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

dip in the conversation made the

didn’t intend to leave just

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

to the door and

who was standing outside, all the color drained from

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

Then she went out and hurriedly closed

here, Rena

If you came to visit my

butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your

looked at him

dared he

she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook

have expected such a

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

you want with them

waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go

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

her blood boiling with rage

her hand to slap him in

on you! We broke up a long

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