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!”

to be

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

out of the car and handed

worked for the Fowler family

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

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

it with

his ends fingers,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him feel

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

door, he found that

curtains were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The

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

was in bed, sleeping

hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse

but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

her watery eyes and looked at

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead,

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

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

gently asked, “Why’d

drank a lot at dinner

edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

her arms around

of them were both

Waylen felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end, he stopped kissing

going to take a shower. You go make the noodles for

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor.

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

bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

would

Waylen sat at the table and began

to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food

out his phone to deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced

got your hair

her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next

her phone

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

up, he found Rena

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.

pretended to briskly clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he

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

too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in

chest when they finished,

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

just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know

a strong

bed— and when

had no choice but to listen

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off

at her serene sleeping

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

felt the urge to

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

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

already gone to work, and even

couldn’t help but feel a

more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

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

it anymore. She got up and

time on her hands,

hospital and moved back into

he realized that Rena didn’t live

Eloise would help her cover it

do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

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 two

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth

matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s

a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in

shook her head and

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

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to leave

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the door and opened

standing

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

from inside the room. “Rena, who

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my

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

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

looked at him

dared he mention

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

to have expected such

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

want with

him, Rena was about to go

“Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

blood boiling with

her hand to slap him in

We broke up

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