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

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

of the car

worked for the Fowler family for

he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

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

had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it with

his ends fingers, he took a

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him

go inside until he finished about

opened the door, he found that it

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

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

was in bed,

hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse

reach under the quilt and

woke

looked at him, biting

did she dare to

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew more

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and

asked, “Why’d you come

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 I cook some noodles for you,

help but lower his head and

wrapped her arms around his

them were both turned

since he was thinking about another woman just

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

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

in her chest. She couldn’t meet his

gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket.

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

Waylen would

shower, Waylen sat at the

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

to deal

glanced at Rena

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

received her

he looked up, he found Rena

her face, “You really enjoy looking at me,

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her

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

Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep in

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

to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come

a strong desire

they did in bed— and

had no choice but to listen to

him for a while, she drifted off to

looked at her serene sleeping face

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

suddenly felt the

on Saturday. When she awoke the

waking up early,

work, and even Claribel had

help but feel a little

wanting more! The two

always withdraw. Frowning,

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got

time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and

realized that Rena didn’t live

he asked about it, Eloise would help

Eloise do

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

Rena nodded silently.

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

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

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

in a trance for a while. Suddenly,

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

head and said, “Don’t

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

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

didn’t intend to leave

with his rehabilitation exercises,

to the door and opened

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

doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how

inside the room. “Rena, who

salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

to visit my father, there’s no

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

locked 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 go

looked at him

he

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

to have expected such a

to coax her gently. “You

want

on him,

behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face

you! We broke

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