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

getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are

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

worked for the Fowler family for many

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

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

had no choice

pulled out a cigarette

lit it

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

filled his lungs, nearly

it made him feel

until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he found that it was dark inside the

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

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

in bed, sleeping

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

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and

woke

eyes and looked

to move.

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually grew

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin

gently asked, “Why’d you come

briefly, “I drank a

it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles

help but

and wrapped her arms

be told, the two of them

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

okay then. 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

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table

of his work, so he had come to prefer

out his phone to deal with some

he glanced at

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

while, he added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next few

to get her phone and forwarded the

received her text, Waylen wrote

he found Rena staring straight at

pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to

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

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

her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As

when they

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

face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time

a strong

decided what they did in bed—

choice but

with him for a while,

at her serene

in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good

the urge to pamper

on Saturday. When she awoke

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

gone to work, and even Claribel had

help but feel

left her wanting more! The two

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

think about it

free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

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

it, Eloise

Eloise do the

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did

Rena nodded silently.

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

when she was

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

had said that she 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

head and said, “Don’t

and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

the conversation made the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

went to the door and

was standing outside, all the color

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

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

Rena felt

you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been tortured

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out

her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your

at

he

held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and

seemed to have expected

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

want

breath on him,

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

her hand to slap him in

you! We broke up a long

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