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

scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you

of the car and

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

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

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

had no choice

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

it with his

between his ends fingers, he took

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him feel

he finished about five cigarettes in

as he opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

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

on the sofa, quietly crept into the

in bed,

her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

reach under the quilt and stroke her

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d

drank a lot at dinner

sat 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 take a shower while I

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but

wrapped her arms around

told, the two of them were both turned on

thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

okay then. I’m going to take a shower. You go make

a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table

he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the

phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

he found Rena

pinched her face, “You really

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a hoarse

sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her

the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next

leaned against his chest when they

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

pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time

a strong desire

bed— and

had no choice but

with him for a while, she

at her

returned to the apartment and saw how

suddenly felt the urge to

they’d finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake up

waking up early,

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

couldn’t help but feel a little

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

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex

think about it anymore. She got up

on her hands,

the hospital and moved back into their

live with them anymore,

about it, Eloise would help her cover

Rena helped Eloise do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh

she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

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

a while. Suddenly, her face

when Rena asked Waylen for help in

her head

daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own

the

intend to leave just

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

went to the door and

standing outside, all the color

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

came from inside the room. “Rena,

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

doing here? If you came to visit my

ground and stubbed it out

you!

at him

dared he mention

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

seemed to have expected such

and tried to coax her gently. “You know I

whatever you want

her breath on him, Rena was about to go

“Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

blood boiling

and raised her hand to slap him in

broke up a long

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