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 a third

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself back? You really are something,

the

Fowler

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly drove him back

Waylen ordered, “Thank

Ryder Nicolson, had

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between his

it with his

the cigarette between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

his lungs, nearly

made

didn’t go inside until he finished

he opened the door, he found that it was dark inside

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

quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on

in

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

but reach under the quilt and

touch woke

looked at him, biting

to stop him, nor did she dare to move.

Waylen leaned over and kissed

gradually grew more

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

asked, “Why’d you come back? You reek of

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at dinner

held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no

was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower

and wrapped her arms

the two of them were

felt that it wasn’t fair for Rena if he took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on

to take a shower. You

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

in her chest. She couldn’t meet his

on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she went to the kitchen to cook some noodles, which

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

Waylen would

Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up

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

took out his phone to deal with some

glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

forget to send me the time and

get her phone

received her text, Waylen wrote

up, he found Rena staring straight

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

for his empty bowl, he grabbed her

too sure what it was. Besides, he had

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

when they finished, deep in

to reality.

against his chest. She had spent

strong

decided what they did in bed— and when

had no choice but to

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off to

looked at her serene sleeping

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment

suddenly felt the urge to

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

despite waking up early, Rena

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

couldn’t help but feel

The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she

it anymore. She got

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

discharged from the hospital and

realized that Rena didn’t live with them

whenever he asked about it, Eloise would help her cover

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently.

Rena nodded silently.

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

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It wasn’t

Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to

was in a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

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 stop Rena from agreeing to

shook her head and

her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own

in the conversation made the

didn’t intend

the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his

obediently went to the

saw who was standing outside, all

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 he

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who

salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door

Rena

visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you

the ground and

I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still

at him

he mention

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

to have expected such

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

you want with them

waste her breath on him, Rena was

being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like

teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

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

you! We broke up

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