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

in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back?

the car and handed the

driver had worked for the Fowler

bad mood, he didn’t dare to

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You

Nicolson, had no

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and

lit it

ends fingers, he

filled his

somehow, it made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found

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

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

in bed,

her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

but reach under the quilt and

touch woke

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her

to move.

leaned over

kiss gradually grew more

Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

she gently asked, “Why’d you

drank a

no intention of having sex with her. Rena

help but lower

and wrapped her arms around his waist

of them were both

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 end, he stopped

take a shower. You

taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but

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

them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

Waylen would like

a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

work, so he had come to prefer

to deal with

while, he glanced at Rena

got your hair

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

up, he found Rena staring straight

the way he looked. Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in a

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

too much, Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he

chest when they

brought her back to

just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot

a strong desire

what they did in bed— and

but to listen to

for a while, she drifted off to

looked at her

had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how

the

sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

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

help but feel

more! The two already

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

didn’t dare to think about it

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

the hospital and moved back into

live with them anymore, he

asked about it, Eloise would help

do

heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise

is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s

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

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

her head and said, “Don’t

even refused

made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena

to the door

as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had

inside the room.

quickly shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

Rena felt nothing for

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

to the ground and

raised his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our

looked at him

dared he

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

have expected such a

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You

whatever you want with them

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

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so

teeth, her blood boiling

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face

on you! We broke up

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