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 told a

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

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

for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

bad mood, he didn’t dare to say anything and

car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should go home

Ryder Nicolson, had

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette

he lit it

cigarette between his ends fingers,

filled his lungs, nearly

it made

go inside until he finished about

he opened the door, he found that

moonlight streamed in from the

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and turned on a

was in

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

help but reach under the quilt and stroke

woke Rena

and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to move. Instead,

over and

gradually grew

long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

soft voice, she gently asked, “Why’d you

“I drank

he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I

couldn’t help but lower his head

her arms

be told, the two of them were both turned on

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

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

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 the floor. Rena knew he had done this on

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

was in the bathroom, Rena gathered the clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious and smelled real

would like

taking a shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to

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

phone to deal with some business affairs

a while, he glanced

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

bedroom to get her phone

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

looked up, he found Rena staring straight

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t tell what

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 out with

his chest when

brought her back to reality.

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

strong desire

did in bed—

no choice but

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off to

her

to the apartment and saw

the urge to

she awoke the following day, she’d wake up

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

already gone to work, and even

help but feel a little

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

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always

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

of free time on her hands, so she often

hospital and moved back into

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

Eloise would help her cover it

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in the

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did

Rena nodded silently.

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

knew, and when she was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and spat, “It

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

while. Suddenly, her face fell.

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 knew that

head

daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child.

sudden dip in the conversation made the

intend to leave just

Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation

the door and opened

was standing outside, all the color

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell. Their eyes

voice came from inside the room. “Rena,

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

Rena felt

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

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed

locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things are still there. You should go over there and

looked at him

he mention

that

seemed to have expected such

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

whatever you want

waste her breath on him, Rena

her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling with rage and

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

broke up a long time

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