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 told

Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking.

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

the Fowler family for

dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

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

lit it with

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his

made

didn’t go inside until he finished about

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

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and

was in

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

but reach under the quilt and

woke

looked at

to move. Instead, she

leaned over and

kiss gradually grew more

finally pulled away and rested

gently asked, “Why’d you come

drank a lot

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

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

her arms

of them were both turned

now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end,

take a shower. You go make the noodles for

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

couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

Waylen sat at the table and

had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her

deal with some

he glanced at

got your hair

wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it was

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and

her text,

up, he found Rena staring

gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel

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

about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in

his chest when they finished, deep

deep voice that brought her back to

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

had a strong desire for

bed— and when they

but to listen

a while, she drifted off to

looked at her serene sleeping

terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how

suddenly felt the

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

early, Rena found herself

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all

help but

more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d

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

dare to think about it anymore.

free time on her hands, so

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

live

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would

she knew, and when she was finished,

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

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

for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t

head and

all his love and even refused to let

the conversation made the atmosphere in

intend to

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

went to the door and

was standing outside, all the

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

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

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

butt to the ground and stubbed it out

with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to

at him

he

that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without

to have expected such

gently. “You know I won’t throw them

you want

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

gritted her teeth, her blood

her hand to slap him

on you! We broke up a long time

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