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!”

need to be

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do

got out of the car and handed the key

Fowler family for many

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

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had

Waylen pulled out

lit it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

smoke filled his

made him feel

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

opened the door, he found that

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

crept into the master bedroom,

in bed,

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

help but reach under the

touch woke Rena

looked

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

Waylen leaned over

kiss gradually grew more

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

“Why’d you come

explained briefly, “I drank a

it seemed that he had no intention of having

help but

wrapped her arms around his

the two of them were both turned

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

take a shower. You go make the

his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy

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

in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

would

sat at the

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

took out his phone to deal with some

glanced

your

long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

soon as he received her text,

up, he found Rena

staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

his empty bowl, he

she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he

her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid

against his chest when they

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest

too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with

a strong desire for

bed— and when they

but to

him for a

her serene sleeping

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

felt the urge

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

up early, Rena found

to work, and even Claribel had finished

but feel a little

left her wanting more! The two already

sex, Waylen would always

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

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

hospital and moved

didn’t live with them anymore, he

about it, Eloise would help her

do the dishes in

whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

“What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just

a while. Suddenly,

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

head

her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay his kindness

made the atmosphere in

didn’t intend to

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked

to the

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

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

from inside the room. “Rena, who

Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

here, Rena felt nothing

came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has

butt to the ground and stubbed

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

looked at him

dared he mention

now she knew that she was wrong about

to have expected such a

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You

want with

waste her breath on him, Rena

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

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

on you! We broke up a long time

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