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

was getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and

the Fowler

in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything

Waylen ordered, “Thank

had

out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it with his

his ends fingers, he took a

his lungs, nearly

made him feel

go inside until he finished

door, he found

in from the narrow

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master

was in bed, sleeping

hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

dare to move. Instead, she simply

leaned over and

kiss gradually grew more

a long time, Rena finally pulled away

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

drank a lot

edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a

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

and wrapped her arms

told, the two of them were both turned on

for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about

a shower. You

He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began

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

a while, he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next few

her phone and forwarded the details to him

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote

found Rena staring straight

“You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a hoarse

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

could think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started

his chest when they finished, deep in

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know

a strong

in bed— and when they

no choice but to listen

a while, she

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

the urge to

she awoke the following

waking up early, Rena

work, and even Claribel had finished all her

but

The two already lived together, and every time they

Waylen would always

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

of free time on her hands, so she

hospital and moved back into

Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

it, Eloise

helped Eloise do the

having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

s career. Although the latter would

she was

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

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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

shook her head and said, “Don’t

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

conversation made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

to the door and

as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

standing at their doorstep 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.

inside the room.

Then she went

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

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

at him

dared he mention

best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,

seemed to have expected such

to coax her gently. “You know

want with

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was

being so cold

her blood boiling with rage and

raised her hand to slap him in

you! We broke

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