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!”

didn’t need to be told a

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

the car and handed the key to the

worked for the Fowler family for

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

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

had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with his

fingers, he

filled his

made him

go inside until he finished about

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

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The

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

was in bed, sleeping

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

under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked

stop him, nor did she dare to

Waylen leaned over

kiss gradually

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

gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek

“I drank

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

that Waylen couldn’t help

her arms around his waist

be told, the two of them were both

since he was thinking

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

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

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began to slurp up

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

to deal with some business affairs

while, he glanced at Rena

your

and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her

he received her text,

looked up, he found Rena staring straight

pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

bowl, he grabbed her by the

what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t

her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her

against his chest when they finished,

back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday

shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had

strong desire for

bed—

but to listen

for a

looked at her serene sleeping

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke

waking up early,

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had

but feel a little

more! The two already lived together, and every

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex

think about it anymore. She

time on her hands, so she often went

from the hospital and moved back

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

asked about it, Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do the dishes

a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena 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 regular programming in

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

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry

for a while.

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

head and said,

she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in

intend to leave

Darren with his rehabilitation

to the door and

soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color

feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

the

insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

here, Rena felt nothing

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed

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

looked at

dared he

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

have expected

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

you want with

him, Rena was about

whispered, “Stop being so

teeth, her blood boiling with

think twice and raised her hand to slap him in

you! We broke up a

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