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 told

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

got out of the car and

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many

to

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

Ryder Nicolson, had

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

it

ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his lungs, nearly

made

until he finished about five cigarettes in

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

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

crept into the master bedroom, and turned on

was in bed, sleeping

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in

reach under the quilt

woke

and looked at

nor did she dare to

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually

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

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

drank a

that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her arms around

of them were both turned on

since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so

okay then. I’m going to take a shower.

and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a

her chest. She couldn’t meet his

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious

Waylen would

Waylen sat at the table and began to

to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena

his phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena

got your hair

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he looked up, he found

“You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the 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

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

As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started

his chest when they finished, deep in

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to

face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had

a strong

what they did in bed— and

but to

a while, she

looked at her serene sleeping

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

the

When she awoke the

despite waking up early, Rena found

gone to work, and even

help but feel a little

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she

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

time on her hands, so she often

been discharged from the hospital and moved

live

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

helped Eloise do

having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

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

was finished,

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

while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

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 head

wasn’t 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 with

the conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

obediently went to the door and opened

soon as she saw who was standing

at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to

voice came from inside the room. “Rena,

salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

here, Rena felt nothing for

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

ground and stubbed it out

her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are

looked at

dared he mention

but now she knew that she was

to have expected such

tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

you want

breath on him,

being so cold to

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all her

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