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

drinking. Do you seriously

the car and handed the key to the

had worked for the Fowler family for many

mood, he didn’t dare to

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

pulled out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took

his lungs, nearly

it made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside the

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

in bed, sleeping

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

reach under the quilt and stroke

woke

and looked at him, biting her lip

stop him, nor did she dare to

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come

briefly, “I drank a

her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and

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

her

the two of them were both turned on right

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

going to take a shower. You

while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began to slurp

always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food

phone to deal with some

he glanced at

your

long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

the

bedroom to get her phone and

as he received her text,

up, he found Rena staring straight

and gently 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 my clothes to take a

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow

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

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

his chest when they finished, deep in

to reality. “Let’s leave the rest

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent

had a strong

in bed—

had no choice but to listen

him for a while, she drifted off

her serene sleeping face

when he returned to the

the urge to

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

up early,

even

help but feel

he always left her wanting more! The two

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got

had a lot of free time on

had been discharged from the hospital and

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

“I heard that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

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

for a while. Suddenly, her

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

her head and

wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

intend to leave

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

the door

saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from

several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there

came from inside the room. “Rena,

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and

“Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over

looked at

he mention

past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was

have expected such

and tried to coax her gently.

you want with

wanting to waste her breath on him,

whispered, “Stop being

her blood boiling with rage and

twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all

We broke up

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