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

drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

the car and handed the key to the

worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

it with

his ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him

inside until he finished about

as he opened the door, he found that

the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on

in bed, sleeping

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

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at

did she dare to move. Instead, she

Waylen leaned over

gradually grew

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

asked, “Why’d

briefly, “I drank

and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but

smiled and wrapped her arms

them were both turned on right

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

okay then. I’m going to take a shower. You

a meticulous person, but now he

meet his playful gaze, so

the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

would like

at the table and began to slurp

to the nature of his work, so he had come

to deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced at

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

he received her text, Waylen

he looked up, he found

staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

she wasn’t too sure what it was.

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 with

leaned against his chest when they finished,

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

against his chest. She had spent

strong

decided what they did in bed— and when they

choice but to listen

for a while, she

looked at her

the apartment

suddenly felt the urge to

When she

waking up early, Rena

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

help but feel

wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would

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

lot of free time on her hands, so she

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

didn’t live

about it, Eloise would help

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes

a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

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

to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was

Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but

shook her head and

had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

didn’t intend

with his rehabilitation exercises, so

obediently went to the door

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

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

inside the room. “Rena, who is

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

Rena felt nothing

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

to the ground and stubbed it out with

said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still

looked at him

dared he mention

she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she

seemed to have expected such

coax her gently. “You know I won’t

whatever you want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him,

being so cold to me, Rena. You

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

raised her hand to slap him in the

broke up a long

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