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

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

got out of the car

worked for the Fowler family

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with his

his ends fingers,

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made

didn’t go inside until he finished

opened the door, he found that

a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a bedside

in bed, sleeping

long chestnut hair cascading onto the

help but reach under the

touch woke

watery eyes and looked at him,

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do

over and kissed

gradually

finally pulled away and rested her chin

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

briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

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

couldn’t help but lower his head and

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

the two of them were

if 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

was usually a meticulous person, but now he left

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

the laundry basket. Then

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

would like

the table and began to

eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced at Rena

your hair

said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice

Waylen chuckled softly.

added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy for the next

to get her

received her text, Waylen wrote

up, he found Rena

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 look at me when

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

what it was. Besides, he had

much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As

when they finished, deep in

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

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

strong

in bed— and when

had no choice but

for a while,

at her serene

when he returned to the

felt the urge to

sex on Saturday. When she awoke

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

to work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but feel a little

The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

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

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

lot of free time on her hands, so she often

from the hospital and moved back into their

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

Eloise would

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

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

when she was finished, Eloise gritted

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry

in a trance for a while. Suddenly,

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

her head and said,

Darren had given her all his love and even refused to

the atmosphere

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

to the

standing outside, all the color drained from her

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he

inside the room.

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

her ex-boyfriend 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 been tortured

ground and stubbed it out with

and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s

looked at him

dared he mention

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

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

want with

her breath on him, Rena was about

“Stop being so cold to

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

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

broke up a

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