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

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

got out of the car and handed the key

had worked for the Fowler family for many

to say anything and quietly drove

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

it

his ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

his lungs, nearly choking

somehow, it made

until he

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

the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in

sofa, quietly crept into the master

was in

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She

but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke Rena

and looked at him,

to stop him, nor did she dare to

over and

kiss gradually grew more

finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

and wrapped her arms around his

of them were both

that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking

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

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,

clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

sat at the table and began

was always 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

phone to deal with

he glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

briskly clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said

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

much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making out with

his chest when they

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

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

had a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and when they

but to listen to

with him for a while, she drifted

looked at her serene

but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his

the urge to

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

up early, Rena found herself

had already gone to work, and even Claribel

help but

two

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

it anymore. She

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

been discharged from the hospital and moved

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he was

asked about it, Eloise would help her

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

Harold has been having a

Rena nodded silently.

out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or two

she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

help in

head and said, “Don’t

given her all his love and even refused to

the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend to

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

went to the door

saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

was standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he

came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

Then she went out and

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

the ground and stubbed it

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

at

dared he

but now she knew that

have expected such

her gently. “You know

you want with them

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go

“Stop being so cold

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with

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

you! We broke up a

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