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 third

came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do

Waylen got out of the car and handed the key to

for the Fowler family for many

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

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

Ryder Nicolson, had

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

lit it with his

ends fingers, he took

his lungs, nearly choking

made him

go inside until he finished about

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

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The

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

in bed,

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

the quilt and

woke

looked

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

leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her

asked, “Why’d you come back?

drank a lot

the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

her arms around his

told, the two of them were both turned on right

Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

to take a

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

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

on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would

Waylen sat at the table and began to

he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the

out his phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address.

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details

he received her

found Rena

at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow

it was.

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

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep in

that brought her back to

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

had a strong desire

bed— and when they would do

choice but to listen

with him for a while, she drifted off to

her

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

felt the urge to

on Saturday. When she

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

but feel

her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed,

that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always

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

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

discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

heard that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

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

was

“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.

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 Rena from agreeing to

head and said,

given her all his love and even refused to let

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

didn’t intend to

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

obediently went to the door and

was standing outside, all

didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their eyes

inside the room. “Rena, who

an insurance salesman!” Then she went

here, Rena felt

visit my father,

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and

at him

he mention

that she was

seemed to have expected such a

and tried to coax her gently. “You know I

want with them

waste her breath on him, Rena was

whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap

on you! We broke up a long

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