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

been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving

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

for the Fowler family for many years.

to say anything and

ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

Nicolson, had no choice but to

apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

lit it with his

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs,

it made

go inside until he finished

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

sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The

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

was in bed, sleeping

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

reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke

and looked at him,

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

over and kissed

gradually

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

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

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 suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

wrapped her arms around his waist

the two of them

her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end, he stopped

to take a shower. You go

usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena knew he had done this on

chest. She couldn’t meet his

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

Waylen would like

at the table and began

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

his phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at Rena

your

gently ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and

to get her phone and forwarded

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he found Rena staring

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.

to 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

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

she 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

against his chest when they

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

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

a strong

what they did in bed— and when they would do

no choice but

with him for a while, she drifted off

her

when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

the urge to

they’d finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

work, and even Claribel had finished all

but feel

her wanting more! The two

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what

it anymore. She got up and

a lot of free time on

discharged from the hospital and moved back

live with them anymore, he was

about it, Eloise would

do the dishes

Harold has been having a

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena, I’m so

for help in exchange for her moving in

head and said, “Don’t

and even refused to let Eloise have her

made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

intend

with his rehabilitation exercises,

obediently went to the door

as she saw who was standing outside,

standing at their doorstep with several cigarette butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he

came from inside the room.

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then

Rena felt nothing for

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

the ground and stubbed

you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go

looked at him

he mention

she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said,

seemed to have expected

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

whatever you want

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

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

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

her hand to slap him

We broke up a long

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