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

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

of the car and

for the Fowler family for

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

out a cigarette

it with his

his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his

it made

until he finished about five cigarettes in

the door, he found that it was

of moonlight streamed in from the

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

was in bed, sleeping

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke

her watery eyes and looked

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let

Waylen leaned over and

gradually

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

asked, “Why’d you

“I drank a lot

but it seemed that he had no

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

told, the two of them were both

he was thinking about another woman just a few

going to take a shower. You go make the noodles

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

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

gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

would like

the table and began to slurp up the

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

phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

he received her

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he

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

could think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As

when they

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

his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come

a strong

they did in bed— and when they would do

had no choice but to listen to

him for a while, she drifted

looked at her serene

he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

have sex on Saturday. When she

despite waking up early, Rena found herself

already gone to work, and even

but feel a little

The two already

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

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

free time on her hands, so she often

the hospital and

didn’t live

it, Eloise

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

latter

Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished,

is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is

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

had 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 agreeing to

her head

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even

the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to leave

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the door

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

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

came from inside the

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

Rena felt nothing

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to

at him

he

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

seemed to have expected such

tried to coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with

her breath on him, Rena was

whispered, “Stop being

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

her hand to slap him in the face with all

you! We broke

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