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

Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously

out of the car and handed the key

had worked for the Fowler family for many

a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

ordered, “Thank

Nicolson, had

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him

he finished about five cigarettes in

door, he found that it was

the narrow crack

coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

under the

woke

looked at him,

him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew

like a long time, Rena finally pulled away

a soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you come back? You

“I drank a lot at

but it seemed that he had no intention of having

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

her

told, the two of them were both

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

going to take a shower.

a meticulous

chest. She couldn’t meet his

laundry basket. Then she went

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

would like

Waylen sat at the table and

his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked

phone to deal with some business affairs

he glanced at Rena in

your hair

chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time

to get her phone and forwarded

he received her text,

looked 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.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel

something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex

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

leaned against his chest when they finished, deep

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

against his chest. She had

strong

in bed— and when they

choice but to listen to

for a

her

returned to the apartment and saw how Rena

the urge to pamper

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena

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

help but

wanting more! The two already lived together, and

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

about it anymore. She got up and quickly washed

on her hands, so she often went to accompany her

the hospital and moved back into their

that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

Rena helped Eloise do the

heard that Harold has been having a

Rena nodded silently.

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

she was

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is

trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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 marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from

head

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let

made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

to the

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

their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been

inside the room.

back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

here, Rena felt nothing

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

the ground and stubbed it

he raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s

at him

dared he

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

seemed to have

gently. “You know I won’t

you want with them

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about

from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling

think twice and raised her hand to

broke up a long time

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