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

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

out of the car

the Fowler family

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

it

ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

smoke filled his lungs,

somehow, it made him feel

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

opened the door, he found that it

from the narrow crack

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

in bed,

pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

help but reach under the quilt and stroke

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked

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

over and

gradually grew more

long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her

asked, “Why’d you come

drank

of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

wrapped her arms around his

of them were both turned on

wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

I’m going to take a shower. You go make

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

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

was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

Waylen would

the table

work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food suited

took out his phone to deal

a while, he glanced at Rena

got your hair

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to the bedroom to get her phone

her text, Waylen wrote down a

up, he found Rena staring

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

it was. Besides, he had never had

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

when they finished, deep in

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the

her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come

had a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and

choice but to listen

him for a

at her serene

to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him,

the

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke

early, Rena found herself

work, and even Claribel had finished all

but feel a

yet he always left her wanting more! The two already

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

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

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

discharged from the hospital and moved

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

he asked about it, Eloise

do the

voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to

when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

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

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

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

her head

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend to

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

obediently went to the

standing outside, all

several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been

from inside the room. “Rena, who

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

came to visit my father,

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You

looked at him

he mention

the past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about

seemed to have expected such a

to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

whatever you want

wanting to waste her breath on him,

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

blood boiling with rage and

twice and raised her hand to slap him

you! We broke up

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