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

been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are something, Waylen

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the

had worked for the Fowler family for many

a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You

had no choice but to

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

he lit it

fingers, he

filled his lungs, nearly choking

made him

until he finished about five cigarettes

door, he found that

streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

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

was in bed, sleeping

cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like

under the quilt and stroke

woke Rena

looked

dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let

over and

gradually

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

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

“I drank a lot at

had no intention

soft that Waylen couldn’t help

and wrapped her arms around his

two of them were both turned

felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the

a shower. You go

towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

Waylen would like

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

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

to deal

glanced at Rena

got your

long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

he added, “Don’t forget to send me the

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he looked up, he found Rena staring

like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her

his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never

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

leaned against his chest when they

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

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

had a strong

what they did in bed—

no choice but to listen

a while, she drifted

looked at her serene sleeping

to the apartment and

suddenly felt the urge to

Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

next morning, despite waking up early,

and even Claribel had finished all her

couldn’t help but

tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already

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

about it

she had had a lot of free time on her hands,

discharged from the hospital and moved back into their

he realized that Rena didn’t live

he asked about it, Eloise

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

a low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it

Rena nodded silently.

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

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

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just

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

head and said,

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

the

intend

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

went to the

standing

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

came from inside the room.

salesman!” Then she went

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

locked 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 mention

but now she knew that

seemed to have expected such

tried to coax her gently. “You know I

whatever you want with

her breath on him,

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

teeth, her blood boiling

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to

on you! We broke up a

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