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!”

didn’t need to be

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

Waylen got out of the car and handed the key

Fowler family

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

to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

Nicolson, had no choice but

out a cigarette and clamped it between

lit it with

between his ends fingers, he took a

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

somehow, it made him

until he finished about five

soon as he opened the door, he

drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master

was in bed, sleeping

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets

help but reach under the quilt and stroke her

woke

her watery eyes and looked at

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

over and kissed

gradually

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

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

briefly, “I drank a

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

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help

and wrapped her

be told, the two of them were both turned on

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

take a shower. You

walking towards the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail of

couldn’t meet his playful gaze,

the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and

would like

Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up

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

phone to deal with some

glanced at Rena in

your

ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s not as

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

to the bedroom to get her phone

he received her

he found

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean

from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

when

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

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

a strong desire

did in bed—

no choice but

for a while, she drifted off to

her

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

felt the urge

When she awoke the following day, she’d

waking up early,

work, and even Claribel had finished all her chores and

help but feel a little

he always left her wanting more! The two already lived

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

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

of free time on her hands, so she often

discharged from the hospital and moved back into

Rena didn’t live

about it, Eloise

helped Eloise do the dishes

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

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

was finished, Eloise gritted her

her head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his

in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

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

shook her head and said, “Don’t

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

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend

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

to the door and

who was standing outside,

butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to

came from inside the room. “Rena, who

Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door behind

Rena

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

the ground and stubbed it out with his

his head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you!

at

dared he mention

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

seemed to have expected

tried to coax her gently.

you want with them

waste her breath on him, Rena

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

teeth, her blood boiling

didn’t think twice and raised her hand to slap

We broke up a

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