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

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

worked for the Fowler family for many years.

bad mood, he didn’t dare to

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

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

apartment, Waylen pulled out a

it with

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he

filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him

inside until he finished about five cigarettes

soon as he opened the door, he found that it

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow

into the master

in bed, sleeping

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

under the

touch woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

nor did she dare to move. Instead,

leaned over

kiss gradually grew

long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on his

she gently asked, “Why’d you come

briefly, “I drank a lot

but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with

couldn’t help but lower his head and

wrapped her

the two of them

if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the

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

stood up 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

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

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled

would like

at the table and began to slurp up the

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

took out his phone to deal with some business affairs while

while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as nice as earlier when it was freshly

Waylen chuckled softly.

to send me the time

ran back to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

as he received her text, Waylen wrote down

he found Rena staring straight at

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean

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

and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon

his chest when they finished, deep in

voice that brought her back to

just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot

strong desire for

did in bed— and when they would

no choice but to listen

for a while, she

at her serene sleeping

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

felt the urge to pamper

When she awoke the following

up early,

and even Claribel had finished all

but feel a

her wanting more! The two already lived

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

she didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

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

hospital and moved

that Rena didn’t live

about it, Eloise would help her cover

Eloise do the

been having a hard time recently. Is

Rena nodded silently.

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’

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

that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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

shook her head and said,

all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay

made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises,

to the door

she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained

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

the room. “Rena,

insurance salesman!” Then she went out

Rena felt nothing

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out

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

at

he mention

that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation, she shook her head

have expected

tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t throw

whatever you want with

him, Rena was

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

teeth, her blood boiling with rage

to slap him in the

on you! We broke up a long

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