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!”

didn’t need to be

in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do

out of the car and handed the key to

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to the

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

had no choice but to

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it with his

between his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

his lungs, nearly

it made him feel

until he finished about five cigarettes

the door, he found that it was

the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned

in

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

the quilt and

touch woke

eyes and looked at

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

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

explained 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

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

wrapped her arms around his

two of them

if he took her now, since he was thinking

going to take a shower.

meticulous person, but now

chest. She couldn’t meet

on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table

come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food suited

to deal with some

while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll be busy for

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote

up, he found Rena

staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he

wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what he

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

when they finished,

back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest

just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of

strong

bed— and

had no choice but to

with him for a while, she drifted off to

her

when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his mood

felt the

Saturday. When she awoke the

waking up early, Rena found herself

and even Claribel had finished all her

but

The two already lived

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

to think about it anymore. She

had had a lot of free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany her

hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live with them

Eloise

Eloise do the dishes

has been having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh

was

fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just

a while. Suddenly, her face

Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop

shook her head

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his kindness

the atmosphere

didn’t intend to

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the door

she saw who was standing

their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how

voice came from inside the

shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

ground and stubbed

see you! Let’s go to our

at

dared he

she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head

to have expected such

coax her gently.

whatever you want with

her breath on him, Rena was

from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

her blood boiling with rage and

raised her hand to slap him in

We broke up

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