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!”

didn’t need to be told a

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you

Waylen got out of the car

had worked for the Fowler family for many

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

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it with

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him feel

inside until he

door, he found

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the

crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

in bed, sleeping

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

her watery eyes and looked

dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do

over and kissed

gradually grew

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her

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

“I drank a lot at dinner

had no intention of having sex

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

wrapped her

be told, the two of them were both

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

going to take a shower.

he spoke, he 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

couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t

deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced at

your

wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it was

Waylen chuckled softly.

he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

her

up, he found Rena

that she liked the way he looked. Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow

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 he

As soon as he laid her

his chest when they finished, deep in

to reality. “Let’s leave the

say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent

strong

bed— and when

had no choice but

for a

looked at her

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

suddenly felt the urge to

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

despite waking up early, Rena found herself

already gone to work, and even

couldn’t help but

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

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like.

think about it anymore. She got

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

discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

didn’t live with

it, Eloise would

Eloise do the

Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to

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

is going to marry Harold. He can’t

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in

shook her head and

even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay

conversation made the atmosphere in the

didn’t intend to leave just

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

the

as she saw who was standing

feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who

salesman!” Then she went out

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think

butt to the ground and stubbed it out with

raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go

looked at

he

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

seemed to have

her gently. “You know I won’t throw them

want with

him, Rena was about to

being so cold to me,

teeth, her blood boiling with

to slap him in the face

on you! We broke up a long

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