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!”

need to be told a

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

out of the car and handed

for the Fowler family

dare to say anything and quietly drove

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

Nicolson, had no choice

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it

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

his lungs, nearly choking

made

he finished about

he found that it was dark inside

the

sofa, quietly crept into

was in

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

but reach under the quilt and

touch woke Rena

looked at him, biting

nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually grew more

finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

“Why’d you come back? You

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

wrapped her arms

be told, the two of them

was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end,

a shower. You

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 clothes all over

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

clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and

the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although

deal with some business affairs

glanced at Rena in

got your

her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and

to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

her text, Waylen wrote down

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight

proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by

what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so

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

when they finished,

her back to reality. “Let’s

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with

strong

they did in bed— and when they

choice but

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off to

her serene sleeping

in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his mood

the urge to

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

up early, Rena found herself alone in

work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

help but feel a

two already lived together, and every time they kissed,

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

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She

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

been discharged from the hospital

didn’t live with them

Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do

having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really

Rena nodded silently.

Although the latter would go

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

head. “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

in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for

head

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

the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

didn’t intend to leave just

his rehabilitation exercises, so she

went to the door

as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the

with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

the room. “Rena, who

Then she

here, Rena felt

came to visit my

butt to the ground

here to see you! Let’s go to our old

at

he

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

to have expected such

to coax her gently. “You know I

want

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

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

teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

and raised her hand to slap him in the

broke

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