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

drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are something, Waylen

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the key to the

the Fowler family

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to the

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

Nicolson, had no choice

Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it

fingers, he took a

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

somehow, it made him

he finished about

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a

quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

hair cascading onto the sheets

couldn’t help but reach under the

woke Rena

looked at him, biting her lip

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

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually

Rena finally pulled away

“Why’d you come

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

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

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

wrapped her arms around his

the two of them were both

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

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

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes

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

bathroom, Rena 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 her

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

would like

sat at the table

of his work, so he had come to

phone to deal with some business

he glanced at Rena

your hair

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

he received her text, Waylen wrote down

up, he found

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.

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

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

bedroom. As soon as he laid her

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep

to reality. “Let’s leave the

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

had a strong desire

what they did in bed—

no choice but to listen to

with him for a while, she drifted off to

looked at her serene sleeping

but when he returned to the apartment and

felt the urge to pamper

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

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

to work, and even Claribel had finished all

help but feel a

always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

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

dare to think about it anymore. She

lot of free time on her hands, so she

discharged from the hospital and

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her

Eloise do the

whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’

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

Rena 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 just to

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

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 marry Rena, but

her head

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 with

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend

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

went to the door and

was standing

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

Rena

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

the ground and stubbed it out

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 get

at him

he

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

have expected such a

coax her gently. “You know I won’t

whatever you want with

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

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to

on you! We broke up a

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