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 told

his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

got out of the

worked for the Fowler family for many years.

in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to

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

Nicolson, had

Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

it with

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he

smoke filled his

it made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five

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

streamed in from the narrow crack between

into the master bedroom,

was in bed, sleeping

on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

help but reach under the

woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to move. Instead,

over and kissed

gradually grew more

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

asked, “Why’d

drank

bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss her

smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist

the two of them were

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

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

the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

nature of his work, so he had come to

to deal with some

glanced

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the

back to the bedroom to get her phone

received her text,

he looked up, he found Rena

knew that she liked the way he looked. Catching her 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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed

seemed to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

chest when they

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

shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had

a strong

in bed— and when they

no choice but to listen to

with him for a

looked at her serene sleeping

in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment

felt the urge to

she awoke the following

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself

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

but feel a

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

finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

it anymore. She got up and quickly

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

hospital and

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

asked about it, Eloise would help her cover it

Eloise do the

a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t even

matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in

head and

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

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

intend to

his

the door and

who was standing outside,

around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long

the room. “Rena,

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

ground and

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

looked at him

dared he mention

that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just

have expected

coax her gently.

want

on him, Rena was about

being

blood

her hand to slap him

We broke up a

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