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
downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back?
the car and
Fowler
bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to
ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You
Nicolson, had
his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped
it
fingers, he took a Jong, slow
smoke filled his
it made him
he finished
opened the door, he found that it was
the narrow crack between
quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned
in
on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked
under the quilt
woke Rena
her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her
nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him
Waylen leaned over and kissed
gradually
like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested
she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?
“I drank a lot at
and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take
couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her
her arms
be told, the two of them were both turned
that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a
a shower. You go make the noodles for
was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy
chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to raise her
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
She smiled in satisfaction.
noodles looked delicious and smelled
Waylen would like
shower, Waylen sat at the table
the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook,
took out his phone to deal with
glanced at
got your hair
her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when
Waylen chuckled softly.
while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the
to the bedroom to get her phone
as he received her
found Rena staring straight
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
He teased her playfully.
Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.
could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a
from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell
the bedroom. As soon as he laid
leaned against his chest when they
to
chest. She had spent
had a strong
they did in bed— and when they
but to listen to
a
looked at her
he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was
the urge to pamper
finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d
morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone
and even Claribel had finished all her chores
help but
her wanting more! The two already lived together,
sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered
it anymore. She got up and quickly washed
a lot of free time on her hands, so she often went
the hospital and moved back
Rena didn’t live
he asked about it, Eloise would
do
whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is
Rena nodded silently.
latter would go throwgh
everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise
that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé
a while. Suddenly, her face
had said 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 for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from
her head and
his love and even refused to let Eloise
made the
intend to
doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she
obediently went to the door and opened
as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the
at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been
came from inside the
salesman!” Then she
ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for
came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been
threw another cigarette butt to the ground and
with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to
looked at him
he mention
apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook
to have expected
smiled and tried to coax her gently.
whatever you want with
on him, Rena was about to
and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.
teeth, her blood
think twice and raised her hand to
on you! We broke up a long time
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