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 a

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

saying a word, Waylen got out of the

Fowler family for many

didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to

ordered, “Thank you,

Nicolson, had no choice

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

he lit it with his

his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his lungs,

somehow, it made him

he finished about five cigarettes in

the door, he found that it was dark

from the narrow crack between the

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

in bed, sleeping

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

help but reach under the quilt and

woke

eyes and looked at

nor did she dare to move.

leaned over and kissed

gradually

finally pulled away and rested her

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

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

no intention

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

and wrapped her

of them were both turned

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

take a shower. You go make the

taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but

blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

would like

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp

work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t

to deal

a while, he glanced at

got your hair

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

against his chest when they finished,

back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday

She had spent a lot of time

strong desire for

in bed— and when

but to listen to

for a while, she drifted

her serene sleeping

been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

the urge to

finally have sex on Saturday. When she

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

work, and even

help but feel a

her wanting more! The two already

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and

free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live with

asked about it, Eloise would help

Eloise do the dishes

been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

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

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

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

for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m so

didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t

her head

had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her

the conversation made the atmosphere in

intend to leave

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

to the door

standing outside, all the color

their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had

came from inside the room. “Rena, who

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

here, Rena felt nothing

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my

ground and

“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

at him

he

that she

have expected

coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw them

want

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

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

gritted her teeth, her blood

hand to slap him

broke

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