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 told a

Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do

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

worked for the Fowler family for many years.

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

Waylen ordered,

had no choice

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

it

ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him feel

inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

soon as he opened the door, he

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

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master

was in bed, sleeping

the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the

under the quilt and

touch woke

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually grew more

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

“I drank a lot at dinner

he had no

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

smiled and wrapped her arms

be told, the two of them were both

her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments

take a shower. You go make the

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

couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to raise her

the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

would like

at the table

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

his phone to deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced at

got your hair

gently ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier

Waylen chuckled softly.

while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time

to get her phone

soon as he received her text,

found Rena staring straight

“You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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 said in a

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

it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as

his chest when they finished, deep

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

pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him

had a strong desire

decided what they did in bed— and when they would do

but to listen to

him for a while, she drifted

her serene sleeping

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and

suddenly felt the urge to

sex on Saturday. When she awoke

early, Rena

gone to work, and even

couldn’t help but

always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would

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

she had had a lot of free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and moved back

that Rena didn’t live

about it, Eloise would help her cover

Eloise do the dishes in the

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

Rena nodded silently.

latter

was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

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

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

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

shook her head and

all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

the atmosphere in the kitchen a

didn’t intend to leave

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

the door and opened

standing outside, all the color drained from her

at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to

inside the room. “Rena, who

shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

here, Rena

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

cigarette butt to the ground

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

looked at him

he

she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw

to have expected such

and tried to coax her gently. “You know

want with them

breath on him, Rena

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

teeth, her blood boiling with

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

broke up a long

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