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

been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

saying a word, Waylen got out of the

the Fowler

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

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go

Ryder Nicolson, had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out

lit it with

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs,

it made

until he finished about

the door, he found that it was dark

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

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

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

under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

and looked at him, biting

to

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually

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

asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek of

briefly, “I drank a

that he had no

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

and wrapped her arms around

the two of them were

since he was thinking about another woman just a few

then. I’m going to take a shower. You go make the

clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to

due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food suited his

took out his phone to deal with some

glanced at Rena in

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll be

her phone

he received her text, Waylen

up, he found

Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed

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

the bedroom. As

chest when they finished,

was his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to

chest. She

strong desire

they did in bed— and when they would

no choice but to listen to

cuddling with him for a

her serene sleeping

terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the

felt the urge to pamper

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

early, Rena found herself

work, and even

couldn’t help but feel a little

The two already lived

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

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

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

hospital and moved back into their

that Rena didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

Rena helped Eloise do the

been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular

when she was finished,

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold.

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

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

shook her head and said,

daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his kindness with

in the conversation made the atmosphere

intend to

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked

the door and

she saw who was standing

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

from inside the room.

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

Rena

came to visit my father, there’s

butt to the ground and

came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You

at

dared he mention

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

have

coax her gently. “You know I won’t

want with

waste her breath on him, Rena

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

blood boiling with

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap

on you! We broke up a long

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