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!”

didn’t need to be told a third

been drinking. Do you seriously plan on driving yourself

out of the car and handed the key

the Fowler

was in a bad mood, he didn’t dare to

the car Pues to a stop, Waylen ordered, “Thank

Ryder Nicolson, had no choice but to

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

it with

between his ends fingers, he

his

made him

until he finished about five cigarettes

the door, he

were drawn, and a faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere in the

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

was in

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

but reach under the quilt and stroke

woke Rena

eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

dare to move. Instead, she simply let him do whatever

over

gradually

a long time, Rena finally pulled away and rested her chin on

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

briefly, “I drank

edge 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 some noodles for you,

Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head and kiss

her arms around

told, the two of them

took her now, since he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so in the on the end, he stopped

going to take a shower. You go make the noodles for

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

She couldn’t meet

floor and tossed them into the laundry

She smiled in satisfaction.

looked delicious

Waylen would

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

to the nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked

his phone to deal

glanced at Rena in

got your hair

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

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

the bedroom to get her phone and

he received her

he looked up, he found Rena staring straight at

the way he looked. Catching her staring at him like this, he felt a little proud and gently pinched her face, “You really enjoy looking at me, don’t you?

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

was. Besides, he had never had sex with her before, so she couldn’t

Waylen scooped her up and carried her back to the bedroom. As soon as he laid her in bed, he

against his chest when they

brought her back to

his chest. She had spent a lot of time with him lately

had a strong

in bed— and when

choice but to listen to

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted

at her serene

returned to the apartment and saw how Rena was

the

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the

despite waking up early, Rena found herself alone

even

but

two already

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

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

of free time on her hands, so she often went to accompany

discharged from the hospital and moved

Rena didn’t live with

about it, Eloise

do

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

Rena nodded silently.

latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company

relayed to Eloise everything she knew, and when she was finished,

Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really destroy his

was in a trance for a while.

had said that she 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 with him. She knew that Waylen wouldn’t marry Rena, but she didn’t stop Rena from agreeing

head and

she wasn’t Darren’s biological daughter, yet Darren had given her all his love and even refused to let Eloise have her own child. Rena was willing to repay

made the atmosphere in

Rena didn’t intend to leave

was helping Darren with his rehabilitation exercises, so she asked Rena to

obediently went to the door and opened

who was standing outside, all the color drained from

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 doorbell. Their

the room.

insurance salesman!” Then she went

her ex-boyfriend here, Rena

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

another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it out with his

you! Let’s go to our old apartment. Your things

looked at

dared he mention

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

to have expected

gently. “You know I

whatever you want

wanting to waste her breath on him, Rena was

behind and whispered, “Stop being

gritted her teeth, her blood boiling

her hand to slap him in the face with all

you! We broke up a

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