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!”

need to be told a third

downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are something, Waylen

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

for the Fowler family for

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

stop, Waylen ordered,

Ryder Nicolson, had no

out a cigarette and clamped it between

lit it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his

it made him

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

the door, he

from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment

crept into the master

was in bed, sleeping

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

the quilt and stroke her soft

woke

eyes and looked at him, biting

she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

she gently asked, “Why’d

explained briefly, “I drank a lot

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

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her arms

them were both turned

felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on

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 all over the floor. Rena knew he had done this

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

the laundry basket. Then

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

at the table and

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

out his phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll be busy for the

her phone and forwarded the

he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

looked up, he found Rena

gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her

was. Besides, he had

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

his chest when they finished,

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

anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with

had a strong desire for

bed— and when they would do

but to listen

with him for a while,

at her serene sleeping face

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

suddenly felt the

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

despite waking up early, Rena found

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

but feel a

yet he always left her wanting more! The two

Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning,

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

time on her hands, so she often went

from the hospital and

realized that Rena didn’t live with

about it, Eloise would help her cover

Rena helped Eloise do the

that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

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

she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth

Rena shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to

while. Suddenly, her face fell.

that 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 moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but

her head and

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

the atmosphere in the kitchen a

intend to leave just

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to

to the door

saw who was standing outside, all the

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

the room. “Rena,

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

to the ground and

he raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our

looked at

dared he mention

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

to have expected

coax her gently.

whatever you want with

breath on him, Rena was about to

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

her teeth, her blood boiling with

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

We broke up a long

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