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 a third

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

word, Waylen got out of the car and handed

Fowler family

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

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

Ryder Nicolson, had

Waylen pulled out

he lit it with

between his ends fingers, he took a

his lungs, nearly choking

made

didn’t go inside until he finished

opened the door, he

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

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

in

her long chestnut hair cascading onto the sheets delicately. She looked like a

under the quilt and stroke her

woke Rena

watery eyes and looked at him, biting her lip

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

leaned over and

gradually

Rena finally pulled away and rested

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

explained briefly, “I drank a lot at

edge of the bed and held her in his arms, but it seemed that he had no intention of having sex with her.

couldn’t help but lower his head

smiled and wrapped her arms

two of them were both turned

he was thinking about another woman just a few moments ago; so

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

spoke, 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.

She couldn’t meet his playful

laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

would like

Waylen sat at the table

so he had come to prefer home-cooked

out his phone to deal with some business

a while, he glanced at Rena

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

to send me the time and address. I’ll

to get her phone

he received her text, Waylen

he found Rena staring

knew that she liked 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? Why didn’t you try to look at me when

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

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

sure what it was. Besides, he had never had sex

bedroom. As

when they finished, deep

that brought her back to reality.

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

had a strong desire for

bed— and

no choice but to

cuddling with him for a while, she drifted off

looked at her serene

had been in a terrible mood earlier, but when he returned to the

suddenly felt the urge to pamper

she awoke the

early, Rena found herself alone

to work, and even Claribel had

but feel

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

they’d finally have sex, Waylen would always withdraw. Frowning, Rena wondered what sex would be like. Would she enjoy

dare to think about it anymore. She got up and

time on her hands, so she often went

the hospital and

realized that Rena didn’t live with them anymore, he

Eloise would help her cover

do the

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

Rena nodded silently.

had told Rena everything, It turned out that Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back to regular programming in one’ or

when she was finished,

fine. Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to

in a trance for a while.

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

head and

her all his love and even refused

sudden dip in the conversation made the atmosphere in the kitchen

Rena didn’t intend to leave

Darren with his

obediently went to the

as she saw who 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

the room. “Rena, who

salesman!” Then she went out

here, Rena

“What are you doing here? If you came to visit my father, there’s no need, Don’t you think my

another cigarette butt to the ground and

head, he locked eyes with her and said “Rena I came here to see you! Let’s go to our

looked at him

dared he mention

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

to have

gently. “You

you want with

him,

Harold suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so

blood

twice and raised her hand to slap him in the face with all

We broke

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