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

in his car when Korbyn came downstairs and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on

out of the car and handed the key to the

for the Fowler

he didn’t dare to

Waylen ordered, “Thank you, Ryder.

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but

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

he lit it

between his ends fingers, he took a Jong,

smoke filled his

somehow, it made him

go inside until he finished about five

he found that it

streamed in from the narrow crack between the

into the master bedroom, and turned on

was in bed, sleeping

pillow, her long chestnut hair cascading onto

couldn’t help but reach under the quilt and stroke her soft

touch woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

to move. Instead, she simply let him

leaned over

kiss gradually grew

what felt like a long time, Rena finally pulled

she gently asked, “Why’d you come

drank a lot at dinner

of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and

smiled and wrapped her arms around his

them were both

her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few

okay then. I’m going to take a

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

her chest. She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so

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

Waylen would

the table and

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

to deal

while, he glanced

your

hair and said wistfully, “Sadly, it’s

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and forwarded the

received her text,

found

her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you? Why didn’t you try to look at me when I took off

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

to briskly clean up the table, but before she could reach for his empty bowl, he

to sense something from his tone, but she wasn’t too sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she

back to the bedroom. As soon

chest when they finished, deep in

brought her back to reality. “Let’s leave the rest to

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

strong desire for

they did in bed— and when they would

choice but

for a while, she drifted

looked at her serene sleeping face

but when he returned to the apartment and saw

suddenly felt the

Saturday. When she awoke

despite waking up early, Rena found

already gone to work, and even Claribel had

help but

left her wanting more! The two already lived together, and every time they kissed, she’d get

when she’d think that they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw.

to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

time on her hands, so she often

from the hospital

live with them anymore,

he asked about it, Eloise would

Eloise do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

she was finished,

head. “What matters is that Dad’s fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going

a trance for a while.

do anything when Rena asked Waylen for help in exchange for her moving in with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from agreeing to

head and said,

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

made the

intend to leave

rang. Eloise was helping Darren with his rehabilitation

to the

standing outside, all the color drained from

his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before

the room.

one! Just an insurance salesman!” Then she went

ex-boyfriend here, Rena felt

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

cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

his head, he 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

at

he mention

the past, she thought that that apartment held her best memories, but now she knew that she was wrong about

have expected such a

gently.

you want with

waste her breath on him,

and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena. You weren’t like this

her blood boiling with rage and

and raised her hand to slap him in the

broke up

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