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!”

need to be told a

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

a word, Waylen got out of the

had worked for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

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

ordered, “Thank

Nicolson, had

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

he lit it with his

ends fingers, he

filled his

made him feel

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

the door, he found that

and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow

tossed his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into

was in bed, sleeping

cascading onto the sheets delicately.

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke

woke

eyes and looked

him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever he

Waylen leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her

gently asked, “Why’d you come back?

explained briefly, “I drank a lot

no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

her arms around his

told, the two of them were both turned on

he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago;

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

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

blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled

Waylen would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table

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

out his phone to deal

he glanced

your hair

her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly,

Waylen chuckled softly.

“Don’t forget to send me the time and address.

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

her

found Rena

“You really enjoy looking at

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her

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

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

chest when they

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

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

strong desire

did in bed— and when they would

choice but to listen to

for a

her

he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

felt the urge to

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

early,

and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel a little

yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get turned

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

about it anymore. She got up and

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

had been discharged from the hospital and moved back into

that Rena didn’t live with

Eloise would help

helped Eloise do the dishes

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

Rena nodded silently.

out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her

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

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

when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena

shook her head

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

made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

intend to leave

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

the door

standing outside, all the color drained from

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

came from inside the room. “Rena,

Then she went out and hurriedly

here, Rena felt nothing

my father,

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

at

he

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

have expected such a

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

you want

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena

“Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You

her teeth, her blood

and raised her hand to

broke up a long

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