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 a

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

word, Waylen got out of the car

Fowler family for

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back to the

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go

Nicolson, had

pulled out a cigarette and

it with his

fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

it made him

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

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

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack

into

in

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

reach under the quilt and stroke

touch woke Rena

looked at him, biting

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do

over

kiss gradually grew more

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away

“Why’d you come back? You

drank a lot at

her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having

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

smiled and wrapped her arms around

them were both turned

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 the end, he stopped

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

his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of

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

bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket.

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would

at the table and began to slurp up

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

deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

send me the time and address.

bedroom to get her

as he received her text, Waylen

he looked up, he found Rena

at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in

something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before,

too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As

leaned against his chest when they finished,

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

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

strong desire

bed— and when they would

choice but to

with him for a while,

her serene sleeping face

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

felt the urge

When she awoke the following day, she’d

up early, Rena found herself alone in

to work, and even Claribel had

but feel

loved Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

lot of free time on

the hospital and moved back into

didn’t live with

about it, Eloise would help

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some

to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat,

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

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

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

head and

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend to leave

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

obediently went to the door and opened

as she saw who was standing

standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before

from inside the room.

an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed

Rena felt nothing for

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

butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there.

at him

dared he

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

to have

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

whatever you want with

on him, Rena was

whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

to

on you! We broke up a long

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