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!”

to be told

been drinking. Do you

of the car and handed the key to

for the Fowler family for many

he didn’t dare to

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

Ryder Nicolson, had

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

lit it with

ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his

somehow, it made

go inside until he

as he opened the door, he found that it

in from the narrow crack between

into the

in bed,

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke

eyes and looked at him,

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

leaned over and

kiss gradually

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

she gently asked, “Why’d you come

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

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

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

her arms

the two of them were

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

a shower. You go make the

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 of messy clothes all over the

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

was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the 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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

the table and began to slurp

work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked

his phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced

your hair

said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as

Waylen chuckled softly.

a while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address.

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

looked up, he found Rena staring

“You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off my clothes to take

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

too sure what it was. Besides, he had never

much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon

when

back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to

face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to

had a strong desire for

in bed— and when they would do

no choice but to listen

for a while, she drifted off

at her serene

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

felt the

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

early,

gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

but

Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already

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

think about it

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

hospital and

that Rena didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise

Eloise do the dishes in the

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. 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

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

in a trance for a while. Suddenly,

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 wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop

shook her head and said,

biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

made the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to

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

the door and opened

standing

lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to

from inside the room. “Rena,

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

here, Rena felt nothing for

to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been tortured

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

her 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

looked at him

he mention

now she knew that she was wrong

seemed to have expected

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

want with

on him, Rena was

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

hand to slap him in the face with all

on you! We broke up a long

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