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

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

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

worked for the Fowler family

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

stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder. You should

had

out a cigarette and clamped

lit it with

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

smoke filled his

somehow, it made

until he finished

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

moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains.

quietly crept into

was in bed, sleeping

long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

help but reach under the quilt

touch woke Rena

opened her watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

to

over and

kiss gradually grew more

Rena finally pulled away and rested

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

drank

it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist

two of them were both turned on right

since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the

I’m going to take a shower.

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

pounding in her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

clothes on the floor and tossed them into the laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and smelled

Waylen would like

at the table and

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

his phone to deal with

a while, he glanced at Rena in

your hair

her fingers through her long, chestnut hair and said wistfully,

Waylen chuckled softly.

send me the time and address. I’ll be

get her phone and

received her

he found Rena staring straight

a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,”

she wasn’t too sure what it was.

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

when

voice that brought her back to

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

a strong desire

they did in bed—

but to listen to

with him for a while, she drifted

her serene sleeping face

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

suddenly felt the urge to

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

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

already gone to work, and even Claribel

couldn’t help but

Waylen’s tenderness, yet he always left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every

would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be

think about it anymore. She got up and

lot of free time on her hands,

the hospital and

live with them anymore, he

Eloise would help

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

low voice, Eloise whispered, “I heard that Harold has been having a hard time

Rena nodded silently.

latter would

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

Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He

a while. Suddenly, her face fell. “Rena,

she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that

head and

even refused to let Eloise have her own

conversation made the atmosphere in the

Rena didn’t intend to

then, the doorbell rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so

the door and opened

was standing outside, all the

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,

“No one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went

here, Rena

are you doing here? If you came to visit my

ground and stubbed it out with his

locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you!

looked at him

he mention

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

to have expected such

her gently.

you want

him,

whispered, “Stop being

her teeth, her blood boiling with

and raised her hand to

broke up a long

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