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 a

scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on

Waylen got out of the car

Fowler family for many years. Seeing

to say anything and quietly drove

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with his

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his

somehow, it made him feel

he finished about five cigarettes in

the door, he found

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between

crept into the master bedroom,

in

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a

the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at

him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply

leaned over

kiss gradually

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

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

“I drank a lot

seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for you,

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

her arms around

of them

thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the

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

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

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

Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up

eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although

phone to deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced at Rena

got your

long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone

her text,

looked up, he found Rena

like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

was. Besides, he had never had sex

to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making

against his chest when

brought her back to

pressed her face against his chest. She

a strong desire for

in bed— and when they would do

but to

him for a while, she drifted

her serene

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

suddenly felt the urge to

Saturday. When she awoke

morning, despite waking up early,

work, and even Claribel had

help but feel a little

two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned

when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she enjoy

think about it anymore. She got up and

of free time on her hands, so

hospital and moved back

he realized that Rena didn’t live with them

asked about it, Eloise

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

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

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

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

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her

head and said, “Don’t

even

in the conversation made the

Rena didn’t intend to

doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his

to the door and opened

was standing outside,

didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before

inside the

Then she

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you

ground

he raised his head, he locked eyes with 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 and

at

he

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

to have

her gently. “You know

whatever you want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go back

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

blood boiling with rage and

hand to slap him in the face with

on you! We broke up

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