A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

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

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed

worked for the Fowler family

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

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

had no

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it with his

between his ends fingers,

filled his lungs,

somehow, it made him feel

until he finished about

opened the door, he found that

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and

in

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

help but reach under the

touch woke

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to

over

kiss gradually grew

Rena finally pulled away and

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

explained briefly, “I drank a

arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested,

Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms around his

be told, the two of them were both turned on

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

then. I’m going to take a shower.

spoke, he stood up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person,

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

into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

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

his phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

received her text, Waylen

found Rena staring

knew that she liked the way he looked. Catching her staring at him 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 my clothes to take a shower

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

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

leaned against his chest when

her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had

a strong

decided what they did in bed— and

no choice but to listen

cuddling with him for a while,

at her serene

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

the urge to pamper

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

despite waking up early, Rena found

and even Claribel had finished all her chores

couldn’t help but feel

always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

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

to think about it anymore. She got

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

hospital and moved back into their

live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would help

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach

Rena nodded silently.

Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in

to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

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

a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

said that she 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 wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from

shook her head and

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was

conversation made the

intend to

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open the

went to the door and opened

as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from

lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

from inside the room. “Rena, who is

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

here, Rena

are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t

another cigarette butt to the ground

I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go

looked at him

dared he

now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw them

to have expected such

to coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to

blood boiling with rage and

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

We broke up a long