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
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
got out of the car
had worked for the Fowler
to say anything
car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should
Nicolson, had
going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a
lit it with his
cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow
smoke filled his lungs, nearly
somehow, it made him
go inside until he finished about
as he opened the door, he found that it
the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere
tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into
in bed,
pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like
the
woke
opened her watery eyes and looked at him,
him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever
leaned over and kissed
kiss gradually grew more
felt like a long time, Rena finally
asked, “Why’d you come back? You
briefly, “I drank a lot at
in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for
that Waylen couldn’t help but lower
and wrapped her arms around
told, the two of them were both turned on
he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the
a shower. You go make
He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had done this on
chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she
clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen
She smiled in satisfaction.
delicious and
would
sat at the table
to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the
deal with some
he glanced at
got your hair
long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier
Waylen chuckled softly.
added, “Don’t forget to send me the time
back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded
he received her text, Waylen wrote down a
found Rena staring
her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took
He teased her playfully.
Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.
he
it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so
to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making out
leaned against his chest when they finished, deep
back to reality. “Let’s leave the
was too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had
strong desire for
did in bed— and when they would
had no choice but to listen to
cuddling with him for a
her serene sleeping face
had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to
felt the
sex on Saturday. When she awoke
early, Rena found herself
already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished
couldn’t help but
loved Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every
always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be
dare to think about it anymore.
lot of free time on her hands, so
hospital and moved back into their
Rena didn’t live with
Eloise would help her
Eloise do
heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it
Rena nodded silently.
destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go
to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth
Rena shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going
was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m so
that she wouldn’t let Rena sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange
head and said, “Don’t
she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was
the atmosphere in the
intend to leave
with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked
to the door and opened
who was standing outside, all the color
know how long
from inside the room. “Rena, who is
one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind
ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt
doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you
butt to the ground and stubbed it out
her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You
at him
dared he
she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation,
to have expected
to coax her gently. “You know I won’t
want with them
waste her breath on him, Rena was
“Stop being so
her blood boiling with rage
twice and raised her hand to slap him in
We broke up a long
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