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!”

didn’t need to be told a

“You’ve been drinking.

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car

the Fowler family

dare to

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You

had no choice but to

pulled out a

he lit it

the cigarette between his ends fingers,

filled his lungs,

made him

inside until he finished

soon as he opened the door, he found that it

moonlight streamed in from the

quietly crept into the master bedroom,

in bed,

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her

dare to move.

over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

long time, Rena finally pulled

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

“I drank

edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with

that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her

them were both turned on

he was thinking about

take a shower. You go make

a meticulous person,

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

them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

Waylen would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up the

had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t

phone to deal with some business affairs

glanced at Rena

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

her phone

as he received her

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

what it was. Besides, he had never

could think about it too 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

his chest when they

deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday night,

chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know

strong

did in bed— and when they would

choice but to

him for a while, she drifted off

at her serene sleeping

he returned to the

felt the urge

on Saturday. When she awoke the

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

even Claribel had finished all

but feel a little

always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

dare to think about it

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

hospital and moved

he realized that Rena didn’t live

he asked about it, Eloise would help

helped Eloise do

Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a

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 back to regular

Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t

for a while. Suddenly, her face

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

her head

yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

didn’t intend to

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

the door

as she saw who was standing

butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

the room. “Rena, who is

Then she went out and

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

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

to the ground and stubbed it

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

at him

he mention

that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw

to have expected such a

gently. “You know I won’t throw

you want

to waste her breath on him, Rena was about to

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with

raised her hand to slap him in the face with

We broke up a long

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