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!”

didn’t need to be

drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

of the car and handed the key

worked for the Fowler family

dare to say

ordered, “Thank you,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

lit it

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

somehow, it made him feel

go inside until he finished about five

he found that it was dark inside the

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

the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in

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

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

over and

gradually grew

finally pulled away and rested her chin on

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

drank a lot at

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

help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her

told, the two of them were both turned on right

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

take a shower. You go make the

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

her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his

into the laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp

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

took out his phone to deal

a while, he glanced

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and forwarded the

he received her text,

looked up, he found Rena staring

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it

something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it 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 out

chest when they finished,

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

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

strong

bed— and when they would do

choice but to

him for a while, she drifted off

her serene sleeping

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

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke

early, Rena found herself alone

and even Claribel had finished all her

help but feel a

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

she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got

time on her hands, so she often went to

from the hospital and moved back into

live with them anymore, he was

whenever he asked about it, Eloise

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

having a

Rena nodded silently.

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

she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

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

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

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, “Don’t

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

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

intend to

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

went to the door and opened

standing

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he

from inside the

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

asked coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

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

looked at

he

now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook

seemed to have expected such

tried to coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with

him, Rena was about to go back

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the

We broke up

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