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!”

be told a

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

Waylen got out of the car

driver had worked for the Fowler

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and quietly

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

had no choice but to

going inside his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped

he lit it

his ends fingers,

smoke filled his lungs,

made him

go inside until he finished

he found that it was dark inside

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

crept into the master bedroom,

was in bed,

cheek rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in

help but reach under the quilt and

woke

looked at

didn’t dare to stop him, nor did she dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

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

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

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested,

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

her arms around his

of them were both turned

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 the end, he stopped kissing

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

he 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 clothes all over

couldn’t meet his playful

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

would like

Waylen sat at the table and began to

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

to deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

back to the bedroom to get her phone

soon as he received her text,

he found Rena

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

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

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

against his chest when they finished,

deep voice that brought her back to reality.

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

strong

in bed— and when they would

but

for a while, she drifted

looked at her serene sleeping face

the apartment and saw how Rena was so

suddenly felt the

she awoke the

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone in

even Claribel had

help but feel a

yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they

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

didn’t dare to think about it anymore. She got

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

the hospital and moved

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

about it, Eloise would

Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

Harold has been having a hard

Rena nodded silently.

It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his

was finished, Eloise

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

for a while. Suddenly, her face

asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t

shook her head and said,

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

made the atmosphere in

didn’t intend to

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked

obediently went to the

soon as she saw who 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 decided to ring the doorbell. Their eyes

inside the room. “Rena,

quickly shouted back, “No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed the door

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing

visit my father, there’s

cigarette butt to the ground and

here to see you! Let’s go to our old

at

he mention

past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she

seemed to have expected

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

you want with

on him, Rena was

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

teeth, her blood boiling with

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

We broke up a long

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