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

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

got out of the

for the Fowler family for many

he didn’t dare to say

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

out

he lit it with his

his ends fingers, he took

his

made

until he finished about

door, he found

in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the

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

in bed, sleeping

hair cascading onto the sheets

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

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

leaned over

gradually

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

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

drank a lot

it seemed that he had no

Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms around his waist

them were both turned on right

now, since he was thinking

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

towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the

pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would like

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table

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

took out his phone to deal with some

while, he glanced at Rena in

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll be busy

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

her

looked up, he found Rena

pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off my

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

to briskly clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed

too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had

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

chest when they finished, deep in

to reality. “Let’s leave the

pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time

strong

decided what they did in bed— and when they would

no choice but

him for a while, she drifted off

her serene sleeping

a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw

the urge to pamper

she

morning, despite waking up early,

and even Claribel had finished

but feel

The two

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning,

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany her

had been discharged from the hospital

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

about it, Eloise would

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

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

Rena nodded silently.

out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his

when she was finished, Eloise gritted

that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t

trance for a while. Suddenly,

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

her head and said, “Don’t

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

conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to leave

his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

went to the

standing

standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how

the room. “Rena, who

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been tortured

ground and stubbed it out

I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still

at him

dared he

now she knew that she was wrong about that.

to have expected such a

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

you want

him, Rena was

being so cold

her blood

hand to slap him in the face with

on you! We broke up a

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