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 third

downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan

word, Waylen got out of the car

for the Fowler

a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it with

his ends fingers, he took a

his lungs,

it made

until he finished about five cigarettes in

he opened the door, he

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack

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

was in bed,

onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in

but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

eyes and looked

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually

long time, Rena finally pulled away

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek of

briefly, “I drank a lot at

on the edge of the 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 shower while I cook some

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

her arms around his waist

two of them were both

now, since he was thinking about another woman just

to take a shower. You go make

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

pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful

into the laundry basket. Then she went

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious

would

at the

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

to deal with some business affairs while

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the

back to the bedroom to get her phone

her text, Waylen wrote down

looked up, he found

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 try to look at me when I took off my clothes to

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her

too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before,

the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in

his chest when they finished, deep

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

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had

had a strong desire

they did in bed— and

but to listen to

for a

looked at her serene

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

the urge

finally have sex on Saturday. When she

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

and even Claribel had

but

always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

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

it anymore. She got up and

on her hands, so she often

discharged from the hospital and moved

he realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

whenever he asked about it, Eloise

Eloise do the dishes in the

Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

turned 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 gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

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

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

Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She

her head and said,

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

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

intend to

with his rehabilitation exercises,

obediently went to the door

she saw who was standing outside, all the

know how long he had been

voice came from inside the room.

“No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

here, Rena

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

the ground

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

looked at him

he

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

seemed to have expected

her gently. “You know I won’t throw

whatever you want with

breath on him, Rena was about to go back

being so

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

hand to slap him

you! We broke up a long time

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