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

scolded, “You’ve been drinking.

got out of the car and handed the

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

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

had

out a cigarette and clamped it between his

lit it

fingers, he

his lungs,

made

go inside until he

he found that it was dark

moonlight streamed in from the

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

was in bed,

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

help but reach under the quilt and

woke

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to move.

over and

kiss gradually grew more

time, Rena finally pulled

she gently asked, “Why’d you come

drank a

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 noodles for you,

couldn’t help but lower his head and

wrapped her arms around his

told, the two of them

Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a

take a shower. You go

bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person,

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to raise her

into the laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious

Waylen would like

the

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

out his phone to deal with some

he glanced at Rena

your hair

and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address.

get her phone and forwarded the details

soon as he received her text,

looked up, he found Rena staring

pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had

Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as

leaned against his chest when

his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday night,

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

strong desire

what they did in bed— and when they

had no choice but to

him for a while, she drifted off

looked at her serene

to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him,

felt the

Saturday. When she

waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

gone to work, and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel a

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived

just when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like.

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

time on her

the hospital and moved

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would help her

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

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

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

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

a while.

for help in exchange for her moving in with him.

shook her head and said, “Don’t

wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her

conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

didn’t intend to leave just

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

went to the door and opened

was standing outside, all

lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their eyes

inside the room.

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

Rena felt nothing for

came to visit my father, there’s no

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed

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

looked at him

dared he mention

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

to have

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

you want with

breath on him, Rena was about to go

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being

her teeth, her blood

and raised her hand to slap him in the face

you! We broke

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