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

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

saying a word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the

Fowler family for many years.

mood, he didn’t dare to say anything

a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank

had no choice but to

inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a

lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a

his lungs, nearly choking

made

go inside until he finished about five cigarettes in

door, he found that it was dark inside

of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

sofa, quietly crept into the

was in

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately.

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him,

dare to move. Instead, she simply let him

over and kissed

gradually grew more

long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin

she gently asked, “Why’d you come

briefly, “I drank a lot

in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for

that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

her arms

of them were both turned

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

then. I’m going to take a shower. You

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

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

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, which only took her about ten

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

sat at the table and began to slurp up

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

deal with some

while, he glanced at Rena

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

forget to send me the time and address.

to the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to

he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

looked up, he found Rena staring straight

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by

sure what it was. Besides, he

she could think 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 and started making

when they finished, deep in

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

his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately and had come to know

had a strong desire for

bed— and when they would

had no choice but to

a while, she drifted off to

at her

the apartment and saw

felt the

on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

despite waking up early, Rena found herself

and even Claribel had finished all her chores

help but feel a little

wanting more! The two

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

think about it anymore.

of free time on her hands, so she often

hospital and

Rena didn’t live with

it, Eloise

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen really teach him a

Rena nodded silently.

career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was

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

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

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

her head and said, “Don’t

Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her

in the conversation made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to

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

went to the

was standing outside, all the color

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

inside the

insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly

Rena felt

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

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed

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

at him

dared he

that that apartment held her 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 such

smiled and tried to coax her gently. “You

you want with

on him, Rena

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

blood boiling with

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

broke up a

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