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!”

to be told a

was getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking.

a word, Waylen got out of the car and

the Fowler

to say anything and

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it

cigarette between his ends fingers,

filled his lungs,

somehow, it made him feel

go inside until he finished about five

door, he found that it was dark inside

were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The

sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside

was in bed,

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke

watery eyes and looked at

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to

Waylen leaned over

kiss gradually grew more

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her

asked, “Why’d

drank

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 for you,

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms around his

them

since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end,

I’m going to take a

while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

shower, Waylen sat at the table

eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come

deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced at

your

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

get her phone and forwarded the details

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

empty bowl, he grabbed her by

what it was. Besides, he

As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep

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

against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know him

strong desire for

did in bed— and when they would do

but

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off

looked at her

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

suddenly felt the urge

When she awoke the following day, she’d

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel a little

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

Waylen would always withdraw.

to think about it

a lot of free time on her hands, so she often went to

discharged from the hospital

that Rena didn’t live with them

it, Eloise would help

do the dishes

a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go

knew, and when she was

sister is going

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help

shook her head and said, “Don’t

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

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

Rena didn’t intend

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his

went to the

she saw who was standing outside,

cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know

inside the room. “Rena, who is

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

here, Rena

are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need,

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

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

looked at him

he mention

she knew that

have expected such a

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

want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about

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

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

think twice and raised her hand to slap him

on you! We broke up a

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