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
scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on
Waylen got out of the car
Fowler family for many years. Seeing
to say anything and quietly drove
Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You
driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no
Waylen pulled out a
he lit it with his
his ends fingers, he took a Jong,
smoke filled his
somehow, it made him feel
he finished about five cigarettes in
the door, he found
and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between
crept into the master bedroom,
in
the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a
the quilt and stroke her soft
touch woke Rena
eyes and looked at
him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply
leaned over
kiss gradually
felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his
soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?
“I drank a lot
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,
soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and
her arms around
of them
thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the
okay then. I’m going to take a shower. You go make the
and started 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
blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare
Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then
She smiled in satisfaction.
looked delicious and smelled real
Waylen would
taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up
eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although
phone to deal with some business affairs while
a while, he glanced at Rena
got your
long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not
Waylen chuckled softly.
while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for
ran back to the bedroom to get her phone
her text,
looked up, he found Rena
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
He teased her playfully.
Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.
reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.
was. Besides, he had never had sex
to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making
against his chest when
brought her back to
pressed her face against his chest. She
a strong desire for
in bed— and when they would do
but to
him for a while, she drifted
her serene
terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so
suddenly felt the urge to
Saturday. When she awoke
morning, despite waking up early,
work, and even Claribel had
help but feel a little
two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned
when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she enjoy
think about it anymore. She got up and
of free time on her hands, so
he realized that Rena didn’t live with them
asked about it, Eloise
lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in
voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently.
Rena nodded silently.
s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular
and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It
head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He
was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her
the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her
head and said, “Don’t
even
in the conversation made the
Rena didn’t intend to
doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his
to the door and opened
was standing outside,
didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before
inside the
Then she
her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing
“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you
ground
he raised his 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
at
he
held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,
to have
her gently. “You know
whatever you want with them
wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go back
suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold
blood boiling with rage and
hand to slap him in the face with
on you! We broke up
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