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

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed the key to the

for the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

he didn’t dare to

Waylen ordered, “Thank you,

driver, Ryder Nicolson, had no

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

lit it with

his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

filled his lungs, nearly

made him feel

inside until he finished

door, he found that it

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

coat on the sofa, quietly crept into

was in

rested on the pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked

the quilt

woke

looked at him,

she dare to move. Instead,

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

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

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

“I drank a lot at

held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex

voice was so soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his

and wrapped her arms around his

of them

since he was thinking about another woman just

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 the floor. Rena knew he

meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare to

laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious and

Waylen would

shower, Waylen sat at the table and began to slurp up

was always eating out due to the nature of his work, so he had come

deal with some business

he glanced at

your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the details to him

soon as he received her

he found Rena

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.

she could reach for his empty bowl, he grabbed her by the hand.

but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides,

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

chest when

his deep voice that brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest

she just pressed her face against his chest. She had spent a lot of time with

a strong desire for

decided what they did in bed— and when

no choice but to listen to

a while, she

her serene sleeping face

the apartment and saw how Rena was so good to

suddenly felt the

on Saturday. When she awoke the following

next morning, despite waking up early, Rena found herself

gone to work, and even Claribel had finished

help but feel a little

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

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena

didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

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

the hospital and moved

that Rena didn’t live with them

Eloise

helped Eloise do the dishes in

that Harold has been having a hard time recently. Is it true? Did Waylen

Rena nodded silently.

destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in

everything she knew, and when she was finished,

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

while. Suddenly, her face

wouldn’t let Rena sell her body, but in the end, she didn’t do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in

head

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

the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend to leave just

with his

to the door

as soon as she saw who was standing outside, all the color drained from her

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

voice came from inside the room. “Rena, who

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

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt nothing for

asked coldly, “What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father,

to the ground and stubbed

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

at

he mention

the past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about that. Without hesitation,

seemed to have

gently. “You know I

you want with

breath on him, Rena was about to go back

behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold

her blood boiling with rage and

and raised her hand to slap him

broke up a

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