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

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

of the car and handed the key to

the Fowler family for many

he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him

stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

Nicolson, had

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

he lit it with his

ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs,

made

didn’t go inside until he finished about five

the door, he found that it was

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

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

was in bed,

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

eyes and looked at

dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

finally pulled away and

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

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having

help but lower his head and kiss

her

of them were both turned on right

that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

a shower. You go make the noodles

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

Waylen was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

would like

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table

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

phone to deal with some business

he glanced

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the

her phone and forwarded the details to

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he found Rena staring straight

face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you

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 said in a

to sense 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

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

chest when they

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

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

but to listen to

for a while, she drifted off to

at her

but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

early, Rena found herself

work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but feel

Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together,

finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

to think about it anymore. She got

a lot of free time on her

had been discharged from the hospital and moved back into

he realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

it, Eloise would

do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties

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

“What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his sister’s fiancé just to help

while.

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

shook her head and

all, she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay

sudden dip in the conversation made the

Rena didn’t intend

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to open

the door

standing outside, all the

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

inside the

insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my father has been tortured

another cigarette butt to the ground

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

looked at him

he

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

have expected such a

her gently. “You know

you want with them

to waste her breath on him, Rena

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

her blood boiling with rage and

her hand to slap him in the face with

We broke

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