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

scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back?

got out of the car and handed the key to the

the Fowler family for many years.

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

Waylen ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

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

it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his lungs, nearly

it made him

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

the door, he found that

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

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the

was in bed, sleeping

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto

but reach under the

touch woke Rena

looked at him, biting her lip

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

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually

Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

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

“I drank a

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

couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

wrapped her arms

the two of them were both turned

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

take a shower. You

He was usually a meticulous

heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet

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 real

would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to

his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena

to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

to send me the time and

her phone and forwarded the details

he received her text, Waylen wrote

he looked up, he found Rena staring

staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it

seemed to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

could think about it too much, Waylen scooped 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

his chest when they finished, deep in

was his deep voice that brought her back to reality.

anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and

had a strong desire for

they did in bed— and when

choice but

for a while, she drifted off

her serene sleeping

the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his mood

suddenly felt the

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

next morning, despite waking up early,

already gone to work, and even Claribel

help but feel a

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

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would

about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

had a lot of free time on her hands, so

discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

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

he asked about it, Eloise

helped Eloise do the

heard that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

had 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

Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished,

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

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

wouldn’t let Rena 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

her head and said,

all, she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing

the conversation made the

intend

doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

went to the door

saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

voice came from inside the

quickly shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and

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.

at him

dared he mention

now she knew that she was wrong

to have expected

her gently. “You know I won’t

you want

waste her breath on him, Rena was about

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

her blood boiling with rage

and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all

you! We broke up a long time

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