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

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

a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the key to

had worked for the Fowler family

he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove

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

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice

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

lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

filled his

somehow, it made him feel

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes

opened the door, he found that it was dark

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between

the sofa, quietly crept into the

in

her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

under the quilt

woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at

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

over and kissed

kiss gradually

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her

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

“I drank a lot at dinner

no intention of having

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

smiled and wrapped her arms

two of them were both

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

going to take a shower. You go

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor.

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

would

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t the

phone to deal with

while, he glanced

got your hair

wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll be busy for

her phone and forwarded the details to him without

received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he looked up, he found

proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with

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

chest when they finished, deep

her back to reality. “Let’s leave

her face against his chest. She had

a strong desire for

in bed— and when they

had no choice but to listen to

a while,

her serene

to the

the urge

they’d finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following

early, Rena found herself

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

but feel

more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed,

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

it

time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

been discharged from the hospital and

Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

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’

she was finished, Eloise gritted

“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

a while. Suddenly, her

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

head and said, “Don’t

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 his kindness with

made the atmosphere in the kitchen a little

intend to leave just

helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

obediently went to the door and

was standing outside, all the

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who

“No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no

butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

looked at

he

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

have expected such a

her gently. “You know I won’t

want with them

him, Rena

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all her

you! We broke

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