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

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

the car and handed the key

for the Fowler

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

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

had no choice

out

lit it

cigarette between his ends fingers,

smoke filled his

made him feel

he

soon as he opened the door, he found that

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was

on the sofa, quietly crept into the

in bed, sleeping

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

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

to move. Instead, she

over and kissed

gradually grew

finally pulled away and rested her chin

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

briefly, “I drank a

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 noodles

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist

the two of them were

fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another

to take a shower. You

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began to slurp up the

so he had come to prefer

his phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at Rena in

got your

wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

her text,

found Rena staring straight at

he looked. Catching her staring 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 take

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by

was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell

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

chest when they finished, deep

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

against his chest. She had

had a strong desire for

they did in bed—

had no choice but

cuddling with him for a while, she

her

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

the urge to pamper

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

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

help but feel a

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

finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

lot of free time on

the hospital and moved back into

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

about it, Eloise would help her cover

do the dishes in

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

told Rena everything, It 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 back to regular

everything she knew, and when she was finished,

fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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

head and said, “Don’t

and even refused to let Eloise have

in the conversation made the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

went to the

as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color

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

the room. “Rena,

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

to the ground and stubbed it

came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and get

at

dared he mention

past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that.

have

to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

whatever you want

on him, Rena

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t

teeth, her blood boiling with

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

on you! We broke up a long time

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