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

getting in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan

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

driver had worked for the Fowler family

in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank

had no choice but

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

it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs, nearly choking

made

go inside until he

as he opened the door, he found that it

from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was a little

crept into the master bedroom, and turned on

in bed,

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a beautiful

help but reach under the quilt and stroke

touch woke

her watery eyes and looked at

did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

Waylen leaned over and

kiss gradually grew

finally pulled away and

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

drank a lot at dinner

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 but

smiled and wrapped her arms

them were

he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just

then. I’m going to take a shower. You

he spoke, he stood up and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person,

her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled real

would like

sat at the table

had come to

to deal with

while, he glanced at Rena

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote

he looked up, he found Rena staring

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 didn’t

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what he

her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to

when they

back to reality. “Let’s leave

She had spent a lot of time with him lately

had a strong

in bed—

no choice but

cuddling with him for a while,

looked at her

the apartment and saw how Rena was

the

have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day,

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished all

but feel a

The two

sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

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

a lot of free time on her

the hospital and moved back into

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

he asked about it, Eloise

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now,

when she was finished,

shook her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange

head and said, “Don’t

had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in

intend to

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

obediently went to the door and

as soon as she saw who was standing outside,

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

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who is

salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

Rena felt nothing

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

to the ground and stubbed it out with

he raised his head, he 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. You should go

at him

he

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

have

coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with

waste her breath on him,

and whispered, “Stop being so cold

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

and raised her hand to slap him in

We broke

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