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

drinking. Do you

got out of the car

worked for the Fowler family for many

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

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank

had no choice but

pulled out a

it

ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his

made him feel

until he finished about five

as he opened the door, he

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

was in bed,

onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

but reach under the quilt and

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

over and

kiss gradually grew

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away

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

drank a lot

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

help

wrapped her arms around

be told, the two of them were both turned on

for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end, he

a shower.

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

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would

shower, Waylen sat at the table and

the nature of his work, so he had come to

deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena in

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone and forwarded the details

soon as he received her text,

he found Rena staring straight at

this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really

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 her by the hand. “Claribel can

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

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

against his chest when they finished,

brought her back to reality. “Let’s

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

had a strong desire for

in bed— and when they would do

choice but to listen to

him for a while, she

looked at her serene sleeping

had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how

felt the urge to

Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself

to work, and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel a

The two already lived

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

dare to think about it

a lot of free time on her hands,

from the hospital and moved back into

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

helped Eloise do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her

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

a trance for a while.

had said that she wouldn’t 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

shook her head and

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

the conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

obediently went to the door

she saw who was standing outside, all

know how long he had been staneine there before he

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who

an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

came to visit my father, there’s no

the ground and stubbed it out with his

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 get

at

he

held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw them

seemed to have

to coax her gently. “You know I

you want with them

breath on him, Rena was about to go

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with

broke up a

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