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 told

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

of the car and handed the key

Fowler family for

he didn’t dare to say anything and

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it with

between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs,

it made him

didn’t go inside until he finished

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

streamed in from the narrow crack between the

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

was in bed, sleeping

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

help but reach under the quilt and stroke

woke

looked

nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

Waylen leaned over

gradually grew more

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

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

briefly, “I drank a lot

held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

and wrapped her arms around his waist

the two of them were

was thinking about another

a shower. You go make the noodles

a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena

her chest. She couldn’t meet

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 took

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

would

Waylen sat at the table and

always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer

deal with

he glanced

your hair

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

to send me the time and address. I’ll be

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

received her text, Waylen wrote down

up, he found Rena staring straight

way he looked. Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me,

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in

wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her

to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in

leaned against his chest when they

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

She had

had a strong desire

did in bed— and

no choice but

him for a while, she drifted

at her

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

the urge

When she awoke

up early, Rena found

gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

couldn’t help but feel

always left her wanting more! The two already

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

think about it anymore. She got

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

from the hospital and moved back into their

live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes

a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him a

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé

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

her head and

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

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend to

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the door and

as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from her

Rena didn’t know

came from inside the room. “Rena, who

an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the

here, Rena felt

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

the ground

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

at him

dared he

she knew that she was wrong about that.

seemed to have expected such

gently. “You know I won’t throw

you want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

gritted her teeth, her blood

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to

We broke

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