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 a third

was getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking.

of the car and

had worked for the Fowler family for

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

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

lit it with

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his lungs,

made

until he finished about

soon as he opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

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

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

was in

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt

touch woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at

to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

Rena finally pulled

“Why’d you come back? You reek of

drank a lot at dinner

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

help

smiled and wrapped her

them were

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

I’m going to take a shower. You go make the noodles

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

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

Rena 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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

would

a shower, Waylen sat at the

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

out his phone to deal with some business affairs

while, he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he found Rena staring

liked the way he 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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a hoarse

was. Besides, he had never had

her back to the bedroom. As

leaned against his chest when they finished,

was his deep voice that brought her back to

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

had a strong

they did in bed—

had no choice but

cuddling with him for a

her serene sleeping face

the apartment and saw how

suddenly felt the urge

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all her

couldn’t help but

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

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

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

she had had a lot of free time on her

hospital and moved back into their

Rena didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

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.

everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to

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

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

for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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

shook her head

biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing

made the atmosphere in the

intend

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

obediently went to the door

was standing

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

inside the room. “Rena,

back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

asked 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

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

see you!

at

dared he mention

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

seemed to have expected such

to coax her gently. “You know

whatever you want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

whispered, “Stop being so cold to

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

hand to slap him in the face

on you! We broke up a long

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