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

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

got out of the car and handed

for the Fowler family for

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

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

had no choice but to

pulled out a

lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers,

his lungs, nearly choking

it made him

he finished about

he opened the door, he found that it was

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

coat on the sofa, quietly crept into

was in bed, sleeping

cascading onto the sheets

reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

and looked at him, biting

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

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew more

like a long time, Rena finally pulled

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

“I drank

of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

her arms around his

be told, the two of them

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

then. I’m going to take a shower. You go make the

a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of messy clothes all over the floor. Rena

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

in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles,

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and

Waylen would like

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began

of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked

his phone to deal with some business

while, he glanced

your

through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

get her phone and

as he received her text, Waylen wrote

found Rena staring

she 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 try to look at me when I took off my clothes

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her

chest when they finished,

was his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest

chest. She

had a strong

in bed— and when

had no choice but

for a while, she drifted off to

looked at her

in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to him, his mood

felt the urge to

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

early, Rena found herself alone in

even Claribel had finished all

but feel a

wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time

she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

to think about it anymore. She

had had a lot of free time on her

from the hospital and moved back into their

didn’t live with them anymore, he was

Eloise would help her

helped Eloise do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming

was finished, Eloise gritted her

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly,

had said that she wouldn’t let Rena sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything 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

her head

wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused

made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

intend to leave

helping Darren with his rehabilitation

the door

as she saw who was standing outside, all the color

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

the room.

Then she went out and hurriedly

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

the ground

you! Let’s go to our old

looked at

dared he

best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said, “Just throw them

seemed to have expected

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You

you want with

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena

behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me,

teeth, her blood

twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face

on you! We broke

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