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!”

to be told

getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really

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

the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

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

Nicolson, had

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

lit it with his

his ends fingers,

smoke filled his lungs,

it made him

go inside until he

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

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

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

in bed, sleeping

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately.

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

did she dare to

leaned over and

gradually grew

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

gently asked, “Why’d you come

drank a

the edge of the bed and held her 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 cook some

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her

be told, the two of them

he was thinking

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

spoke, he stood up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

would like

Waylen sat at the table and began

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

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll

back to the bedroom to get her

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

empty bowl, he

was. Besides, he had never

bedroom. As

chest when they finished, deep in

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

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

a strong

decided what they did in bed— and when they would do

but

cuddling with him for a while,

looked at her serene sleeping

but when he returned to the apartment

the urge to

Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

waking up early, Rena found herself alone

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

but feel a little

The two already lived together, and every time

Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

think about it anymore. She

time on

the hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been 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, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or

to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

“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

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

but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help

head and

given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

Rena didn’t intend

doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his

went to the door and opened

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

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long

the room. “Rena, who is

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been tortured

ground and stubbed it out with

see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go

at

dared he mention

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

seemed to have expected such a

gently. “You

want

her breath on him,

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

her blood boiling with rage and

raised her hand to slap

We broke up a long time

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