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

his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you

the car and handed the

had worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

ordered, “Thank

Nicolson, had no choice but

his apartment, Waylen pulled out

he lit it

his ends fingers, he took

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

as he opened the door, he found

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the

into the master bedroom,

in bed,

pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto

but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him,

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

leaned over and kissed

gradually grew

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

a soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

no intention of having

couldn’t help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

of them

now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

a shower. You

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 over the floor. Rena knew he had done this

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

the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would

shower, Waylen sat at the table and

so he had come to

to deal

he glanced at

your

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it was freshly

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

up, he found Rena

this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so

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

his chest when they

to reality. “Let’s leave the

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

had a strong

what they did in bed— and

had no choice but to listen

cuddling with him for a

at her serene

he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena

the urge

on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

and even Claribel had finished

but feel a

loved Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

time on her

been discharged from the hospital

Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

asked about it, Eloise would

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did

Rena nodded silently.

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 to regular programming in one’ or

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going

while. Suddenly,

help in exchange

shook her head

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 to repay

the conversation made the atmosphere

intend

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to

to the door

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

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

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Then she went out

here, Rena felt

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

looked at him

he

her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,

have expected

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw them

you want with them

him, Rena

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with

think twice and raised her hand to slap him

you! We broke up a long time

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