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

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed

the Fowler family for many years.

dare to say anything and quietly

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

had no choice but to

apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

smoke filled his lungs,

made him feel

inside until he finished

as he opened the door, he found that

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned

was in bed, sleeping

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

and looked

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew

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

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

“I drank a lot at

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

that Waylen couldn’t help

and wrapped her arms

told, the two of them were

he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just

a shower. You go make

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 the

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

Waylen would

at the table and began to slurp

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

deal with

he glanced

your

gently ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy

to get her phone and forwarded the details

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he found Rena staring straight at

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 you try to look at me when I took off my clothes

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep

back to reality. “Let’s leave

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

had a strong desire

decided what they did in bed— and when they

had no choice but to listen

for a while, she

at her serene

he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

to work, and even Claribel had finished

but

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

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

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

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

the hospital and moved back into

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise

helped Eloise do

that Harold has been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or two

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat,

sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t

a trance for a while. Suddenly,

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 this

her head

given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

the

didn’t intend

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

went to the

she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had

the room.

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

ground and

with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are

looked at him

he mention

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

seemed to have expected such a

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

you want with them

him, Rena was about

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

her blood boiling with rage and

hand to slap him in the

you! We broke up a

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