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

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

a word, Waylen got out of the car and

the Fowler family

he didn’t dare to

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

Ryder Nicolson, had

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

he lit it with his

ends fingers, he took a Jong, slow

his

made him feel

inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

door, he found that it was dark inside

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the apartment was

into the master

was in bed, sleeping

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

but reach under the quilt and

woke

and looked at him, biting her lip

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

leaned over

kiss gradually grew

felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and

asked, “Why’d you come back?

“I drank a

arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex

Waylen couldn’t help but

her arms

of them

Waylen 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 kissing

okay then. I’m going to take a shower.

and started taking off his clothes while walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

Waylen would

sat at the table and began to slurp up the

come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the best cook, her food suited

deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced at Rena

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to get her phone and

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he found

liked the way 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 you

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he

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

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

against his chest when they finished,

brought her back to reality.

was too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She

a strong

they did in bed— and when they would do

but to

with him for a

her serene sleeping face

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

suddenly felt the urge

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

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself

already gone to work, and even Claribel had

but

The two already lived together, and every

just when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She

lot of free time on

been discharged from the hospital and moved back into

that Rena didn’t live with them

Eloise would help her

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do

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

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or

and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

is going to marry Harold. He can’t

for 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

head

biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in

intend to leave just

Eloise was helping Darren with his

obediently went to the door and opened

she saw who was standing outside,

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

the room. “Rena, who is

“No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then

Rena felt nothing for

are you doing here? If you came to visit my

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and

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

looked at him

he

best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her

have expected

gently. “You know I won’t

you want with

her breath on him, Rena was about

being so cold to me, Rena.

teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

her hand to

you! We broke up a

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