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

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

of the car and handed the key to

driver had worked for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go

had

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it with his

ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs,

it made him feel

didn’t go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

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

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a

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

was in bed,

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto

but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

eyes and looked at him, biting

did she dare to move. Instead, she

over and

gradually grew more

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

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

briefly, “I drank

sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her arms around his waist

of them were

her now, since he was thinking about

take a shower. You go make

bathroom. He was usually a meticulous

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp

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

deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone and

he received her

found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

could think about it too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and

chest when

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

so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him

had a strong

in bed— and

no choice but to listen to

a while, she drifted off to

at her serene sleeping

had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how

the

on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

gone to work, and even

couldn’t help but feel a little

Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

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

it anymore. She got up and

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

discharged from the hospital and

didn’t live

whenever he asked about it, Eloise

do the dishes in the

a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go

she was

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

for a while. Suddenly, her face

Rena sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange

her head and said,

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

the atmosphere in

didn’t intend to leave just

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

went to the

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

standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their

inside the room.

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out

Rena felt nothing for

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s

another cigarette butt to the ground and

raised his head, he 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 over there and

at him

he

knew that she

have expected such

tried to coax her gently. “You

you want with

him,

from behind and whispered, “Stop being

blood boiling with

raised her hand to slap him in the face

broke

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