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!”

be told

Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

got out of the car and handed

Fowler

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

to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

had no

out a cigarette and clamped

lit it with

fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his

made him feel

go inside until he finished

he opened the door, he found that it was dark

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a little

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

was in

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

but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke

looked at him, biting her

him, nor did she dare to

over

kiss gradually grew more

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

asked, “Why’d you come back?

briefly, “I drank

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

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and

wrapped her

them were both turned

now, since he was thinking about another woman just

going to take a shower. You go make the noodles

his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

laundry basket. Then she went to

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the

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

took out his phone to deal with some business

he glanced

your hair

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll be busy

to get her phone and forwarded

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

briskly clean 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

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

she could think 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

against his chest when they finished, deep

deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday night,

to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him

strong desire

did in bed— and when

choice but to

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted

at her serene sleeping

returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

the urge

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

waking up early, Rena found herself alone

even Claribel had finished all

couldn’t help but feel a

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

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

didn’t dare to think about it

time on

been discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

didn’t live with them anymore,

Eloise

helped Eloise do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now,

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted

Waylen’s sister is going to

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m

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

head and said, “Don’t

love and even

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

intend

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

obediently went to the door

saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

inside the room.

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

here, Rena

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

butt to the ground and stubbed

here to see you! Let’s go to

looked at him

dared he mention

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

have expected such

coax her gently.

whatever you want with

breath on him, Rena was

from behind and whispered, “Stop being so

blood boiling with rage

hand to slap him in the

on you! We broke up a long time

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