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

his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan

saying a word, Waylen got out of the

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

lit it

ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his lungs,

it made him feel

until he finished about five

the door, he found

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

under the quilt and

woke

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

to move. Instead,

over

gradually grew more

long time, Rena finally pulled away and

a soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her.

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms around his

two of them were both turned on

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 kissing

take a shower. You go make the

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous

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

on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would

sat at the table

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

his phone to deal with

he glanced

got your

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the

back to the bedroom to get her phone

as he received her

looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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 a shower

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was.

back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed,

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep

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

She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had

a strong

decided what they did in bed— and

no choice but to listen to

cuddling with him for a

her serene

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

felt the

she

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

had already gone to work, and even

but feel a

yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

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

didn’t dare to think about it

on her hands, so she

had been discharged from the hospital and moved back into

didn’t live

it, Eloise would help her

do the dishes

whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true?

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

when she was finished, Eloise gritted

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

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop

shook her head and said, “Don’t

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

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked

the door

as she saw who was standing

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

voice came from inside the

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

here, Rena

came to visit my

ground and stubbed it out with

head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I 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

he

apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was

seemed to have expected such

coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw them

want with

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena

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

her teeth, her blood boiling

to slap him in the face

We broke up a

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