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

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

the car and handed the key to the

the Fowler family for many years.

dare to say anything and quietly drove him

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

Waylen pulled out

he lit it with his

between his ends fingers, he took

filled his lungs,

it made him feel

inside until he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

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

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

was in bed,

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

but reach under the quilt and stroke her

touch woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

over and

gradually grew more

finally pulled away and rested her chin

“Why’d you come back? You reek of

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist

of them were both turned on right

wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just

take a shower. You go

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had done this on

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

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.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

at the table and began to slurp

eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although

deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced at Rena

your hair

chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy

get her phone and forwarded the

he received her text, Waylen

up, he found Rena staring straight

that she 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 to look at me when

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

seemed to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he

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

against his chest when they

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

she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time

a strong

decided what they did in bed— and when they would

choice but to listen

him for a

looked at her

the apartment and saw how Rena was so good

the urge to

on Saturday. When she awoke the

up early, Rena

even

couldn’t help but feel a little

he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned

finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like.

dare to think about it

she had had a lot of free time on her hands, so

discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

live with

about it, Eloise would help her cover

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was

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

for a while.

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

shook her head

all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

didn’t intend to

Darren with his rehabilitation

went to the door

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the

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

the

an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

Rena felt nothing for

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need,

ground and stubbed it

you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and

looked at

he mention

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

have

coax her gently. “You know I

you want

waste her breath on him, Rena was

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to

her blood boiling with

twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all

on you! We broke up a long

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