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

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

of the car and handed the

worked for the Fowler family

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

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

had

Waylen pulled out a

it

his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him

until he finished about five cigarettes in

he opened the door, he found

drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the

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

was in bed,

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

under the quilt and stroke her

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

leaned over

gradually

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

she gently asked, “Why’d you come

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

and wrapped her arms around his

told, the two of them

thinking

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

meticulous

her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to raise her

laundry basket. Then she went to

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

would

at the

the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the

his phone to deal with some business affairs

he glanced at

your

fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll

to the bedroom to get her

received her

he found Rena

he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

to briskly clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

it was. Besides, he had

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

when they finished,

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

his chest. She

a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed—

but to listen

him for a while,

looked at her

the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his

suddenly felt the urge

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

despite waking up early,

already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all

couldn’t help but feel a little

he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together,

always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what

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

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

hospital and moved

didn’t live with them anymore,

it, Eloise would help her cover

Eloise do the dishes in

been having a

Rena nodded silently.

s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his

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

sister is going to marry Harold. He

a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but

head and said,

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

intend to leave

his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

the door and

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

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

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who

Then she went out and hurriedly closed

here, Rena felt

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

looked at him

dared he mention

now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she

have

her gently. “You know I won’t throw them

want

breath on him, Rena was about to

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

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

We broke up a

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