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

“You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are something,

word, Waylen got out of the car

had worked for the Fowler

a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

stop, Waylen ordered,

Nicolson, had no choice but to

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

lit it with his

between his ends fingers, he

filled his lungs,

made him

until he finished about five cigarettes

the door, he found that it was dark inside the

in from the

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

in bed, sleeping

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually

long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

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

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and

wrapped her arms around his

two of them

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

stood up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he

She couldn’t meet his

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

would like

Waylen sat at the table and

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

phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

as he received her

up, he found Rena

looked. Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

against his chest when

her back to reality.

his chest. She had spent a

had a strong desire for

did in bed— and when

but to listen to

him for a while, she drifted

looked at her serene sleeping face

a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the

the

Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

despite waking up early, Rena found herself

to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

couldn’t help but

The two already lived together, and every

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be

it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

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

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

he realized that Rena didn’t live

Eloise would help her cover

helped Eloise do the dishes

Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him

Rena nodded silently.

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

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

in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

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 moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t

her head and said, “Don’t

given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

didn’t intend

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open the

went to the door and opened

who was standing outside, all

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

inside the room. “Rena, who is

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door

here, Rena felt

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

cigarette butt to the ground

you! Let’s go to

at him

he

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

seemed to have expected such

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

whatever you want with

him,

“Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like this

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap

We broke up a long time

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