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.

of the car and handed the

the Fowler family for

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

Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

had no choice but to

his apartment, Waylen pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

he lit it with

between his ends fingers, he took

smoke filled his lungs, nearly choking

somehow, it made

didn’t go inside until he finished about

opened the door, he found

sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the

on the sofa, quietly crept into the master bedroom, and

in

chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a muse in a

help but reach under the quilt and stroke

woke

opened her watery eyes and looked

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

leaned over

gradually grew

felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested

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

drank a

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

help

and wrapped her arms around his waist

be told, the two of them were both

Waylen 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.

He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful

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

She smiled in satisfaction.

delicious

would

a shower, Waylen sat at the table

had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although Rena wasn’t

deal with some business

a while, he glanced

got your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

added, “Don’t forget to send me the time and address. I’ll be busy

to get her

soon as he received her text, Waylen wrote down a

he found Rena staring straight at

a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off my

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

he grabbed her by the hand. “Claribel can clean it tomorrow morning,” he said in

sure what it was. Besides, he had

As soon as he laid her in bed, he climbed in next to her and started making out with

chest when

that brought her back to reality. “Let’s

shy to say anything, so she just pressed her face against his chest. She

a strong desire

bed—

no choice but to

for a while, she drifted off to

at her

earlier, but when he returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was so

the urge

Saturday. When she awoke the

morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

had already gone to work, and even Claribel had

couldn’t help but feel a

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

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

think about it anymore.

free time on her hands, so

from the hospital and moved back into

didn’t live with

he asked about it, Eloise would

Rena helped Eloise do

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

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

she knew, and when she was

shook 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

a trance for a while. Suddenly, her face

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

head and said, “Don’t

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

in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen a

intend to leave

Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she

the

she saw who was standing outside, all the

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

from inside the room. “Rena,

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went out and hurriedly closed

Rena

you doing here? If you came to visit my

butt to the ground

here to see you!

at

he mention

held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without

seemed to have

gently. “You know I won’t

you want

him, Rena was about

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

her teeth, her blood boiling with rage

hand to

broke

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