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 a third

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

Waylen got out of the car and handed the

for the Fowler family for

didn’t dare to say

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

Ryder Nicolson, had no

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it with

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took

his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him feel

inside until he

opened the door, he found that it

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

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

in

onto the sheets delicately. She looked like

under the quilt

woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

she dare to

leaned over

gradually

Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek of

briefly, “I drank a

but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

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

smiled and wrapped her

two of them were both turned

now, since he was thinking about another woman just a

take a shower. You

up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous

chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

Waylen would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

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

to deal with some business

a while, he glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll be busy for

to get her phone and forwarded the details to him without

he received her

he found Rena staring

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.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can

too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her

Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he

when they finished, deep in

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

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

had a strong

what they did in bed— and when they would do

no choice but to listen

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off

at her serene

the apartment and saw how Rena was so

felt the

When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

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

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

but feel

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

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

it anymore. She got up

of free time on her hands, so

the hospital and moved back

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

it, Eloise would help

Rena helped Eloise do

having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

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

is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her

had said that she wouldn’t let Rena sell her body, but in the 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 agreeing

shook her head and said,

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

the atmosphere in the

didn’t intend

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open the

obediently went to the door

soon as she saw who was standing outside,

around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

voice came from inside the room. “Rena,

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

Rena felt

my father, there’s no need, Don’t

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed

eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there.

at him

he

knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook

have expected

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

you want with

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about

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

teeth, her blood boiling with

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

on you! We broke up a long

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