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

car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan

of the car and handed the key to

Fowler family

dare to say anything and quietly

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should

Nicolson, had no choice

his apartment, Waylen pulled out

lit it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers,

smoke filled his

made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he found that it

drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in

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

was in bed, sleeping

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately.

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

touch woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him,

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

Waylen leaned over

gradually grew more

finally pulled

gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek

explained briefly, “I drank

bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention

help but lower

her arms around

be told, the two of them were

Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

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

the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would

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 Rena wasn’t the best cook,

his phone to deal with some business

glanced at Rena in

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and

to the bedroom to get her

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

up, he found Rena staring straight at

him 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 I took off my clothes to take a shower just

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex

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

leaned against his chest when they finished,

his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday

to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of

a strong

what they did in bed— and when they would

had no choice but to listen to

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off

looked at her serene

returned to the apartment and

the

Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake up

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

couldn’t help but

loved Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned

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

think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

free time on her hands, so she often went

hospital and moved

live with them anymore,

Eloise

Rena helped Eloise do

that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company

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

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

trance for a while. Suddenly,

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

shook her head and said, “Don’t

daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her

the conversation made the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

obediently went to the door and opened

as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the

know how long he had been staneine

voice came from inside the room.

salesman!” Then she went

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and

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

looked at him

dared he mention

that she

have expected

tried to coax her gently.

whatever you want with them

her breath on him, Rena

whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

her blood boiling with rage

her hand to slap him in the face with all her

on you! We broke up a long

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