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!”

to be told a third

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

out of the car

worked for the Fowler family for many

dare to say anything and quietly

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

had no choice but to

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it

he lit it with

ends fingers, he

smoke filled his

it made him

go inside until he finished

he found that it was dark

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the

crept into the master bedroom, and

in bed,

long chestnut hair cascading onto the

reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

and looked at him, biting her

to move.

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

“Why’d you come

“I drank a

but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

smiled and wrapped her arms

them were both

her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

to take a shower. You go make the

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

couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

would like

the table and

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

while, he glanced at Rena

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the

her phone and forwarded the details

received her text,

looked up, he found Rena staring

he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow

was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she

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

his chest when they finished, deep

was his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday night,

face against his chest. She had spent a lot of

had a strong desire

decided what they did in bed— and when

choice but

him for a

at her serene sleeping face

to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

the urge

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

despite waking up early, Rena found

already gone to work, and even Claribel

help but feel

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

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

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

a lot of free time on her

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would

helped Eloise do the dishes in

that Harold has been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished,

her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really

for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m

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

shook her head and said,

she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had 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

intend to

helping Darren with his

obediently went to the door

she saw who was standing outside, all the color

didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the

the room. “Rena,

shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she

Rena

you came to visit my

ground

“Rena I came here to see you!

looked at him

dared he mention

thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just

to have expected such a

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

whatever you want

breath on him, Rena was about to

suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

her blood

raised her hand to slap

We broke up a long time

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