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

downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking.

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the key

the Fowler family

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

ordered, “Thank

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

lit it with

between his ends fingers, he took

his lungs, nearly choking

made him

inside until he finished

opened the door, he found that

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside

was in

chestnut hair cascading onto the

reach under the quilt and

touch woke

eyes and looked at him,

did she dare to move. Instead, she

over and kissed

gradually grew

what felt like a long time, Rena finally

gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

drank a lot

no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook

Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms around his waist

be told, the two of them were both turned

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

to take a shower.

a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor.

meet his

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

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

due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked

out his phone to deal

glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details

received her text, Waylen

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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.

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

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

about 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 and started making out

leaned against his chest when

back to reality. “Let’s

She had spent a lot of time with him lately

a strong

they did in bed— and when they would

choice but to

him for a while, she drifted off to

her serene sleeping

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

felt the

on Saturday. When she

waking up early,

work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

couldn’t help but feel a

wanting more! The two already

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

she had had a lot of free time on her

had been discharged from the hospital and moved back into

live with them anymore, he was

he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

helped Eloise do the

Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go

everything she knew, and when she was

sister is going to marry

a while. Suddenly, her face

Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him.

her head and said, “Don’t

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

the

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

his rehabilitation exercises, so

obediently went to the door and opened

standing outside, all the

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

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she

here, Rena felt nothing

came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been

butt to the ground and stubbed it

to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are

looked at him

dared he

but now she knew that she was wrong

seemed to have

coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw

you want with them

him, Rena was about to

being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

teeth, her blood boiling

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

you! We broke

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