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!”

to be told a third

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

the car and handed the key to

worked for the Fowler family for many years.

mood, he didn’t dare to

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

Nicolson, had

pulled out a cigarette and clamped

lit it

the cigarette between his ends fingers,

smoke filled his lungs,

somehow, it made

didn’t go inside until he finished about

he opened the door, he found

streamed in from the narrow crack between the

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

in bed, sleeping

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

couldn’t help but reach under the

touch woke

looked at him, biting her lip

she dare to move. Instead,

leaned over and

gradually

felt like a long time, Rena finally

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

briefly, “I drank a

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

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

her

two of them were both turned on right

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 go make the noodles

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

chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t

the laundry basket. Then she went to the

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

would

the table and began to slurp

he had come to prefer home-cooked

phone to deal with some business affairs while

he glanced at

got your hair

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when

Waylen chuckled softly.

me the time and address. I’ll

her phone and forwarded the details

received her text, Waylen wrote down a

found Rena

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.

reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed

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

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

chest when they finished, deep in

back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to Saturday night,

was too shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him

strong desire for

what they did in bed— and when they

had no choice but to listen

a while, she drifted off

her serene

mood earlier, but when he returned to the

felt the urge

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

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

already gone to work, and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel

two

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

about it anymore. She got up and quickly

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

been discharged from the hospital

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore,

Eloise would help her

Eloise do the dishes in

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I 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 to regular programming in one’

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth

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

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

for help in exchange for her moving in with him.

her head and said, “Don’t

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

dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

didn’t intend to

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation

obediently went to the door and

she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the

came from inside the room. “Rena, who

shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena

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

to the ground and stubbed it

you! Let’s

looked at him

he

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

seemed to have expected such

tried to coax her gently.

whatever you want with them

her breath on him, Rena was

from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to

blood boiling with

think twice and raised her hand to slap him in the

you! We broke up a

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