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!”

didn’t need to be

and scolded, “You’ve been drinking. Do you seriously plan on

of the car and handed

the Fowler family for many years. Seeing

a bad mood, he didn’t dare to say

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

had no choice but to

pulled out a cigarette and clamped it between

he lit it with his

cigarette between his ends fingers,

smoke filled his lungs, nearly

somehow, it made him feel

until he finished about five

opened the door, he found that it was dark inside the

faint sliver of moonlight streamed in from the narrow crack between the curtains. The atmosphere

his coat on the sofa, quietly crept into the master

in bed, sleeping

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

under the quilt and

touch woke Rena

her watery eyes and looked at him, biting

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

leaned over and kissed

kiss gradually grew

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

asked, “Why’d you come back?

“I drank

had no intention of having sex with her. Rena suggested, “Go and take a shower while I cook some noodles for you,

soft that Waylen couldn’t help but lower his head

wrapped her arms around his

told, the two of them

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

a shower.

the bathroom. He was usually a meticulous person, but now he left a trail

She couldn’t meet his playful gaze, so she didn’t dare

into the laundry basket. Then she

She smiled in satisfaction.

noodles looked delicious and smelled real

would like

at the table and began to slurp up the

nature of his work, so he had come to prefer home-cooked meals. Although

his phone to deal with some business affairs while

a while, he glanced at Rena in

your

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

Waylen chuckled softly.

the time and address. I’ll

back to the bedroom to get her

as he received her text,

found Rena staring straight

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

He teased her playfully.

Rena’s cheeks blushed furiously.

empty bowl, he grabbed her

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

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

when they finished, deep in

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

her face against his chest. She

strong desire for

in bed—

no choice but to

with him for a while, she drifted off

looked at her serene sleeping

he returned to the apartment and saw how

the

finally have sex on Saturday. When she awoke the following day, she’d wake

morning, despite waking up early, Rena

work, and even Claribel had finished all

couldn’t help but

her wanting more! The two already lived

always withdraw. Frowning,

to think about it anymore. She got up and quickly

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

hospital and moved back

live with them anymore, he was

Eloise would help her cover

lunch, Rena helped Eloise do the dishes in

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

Rena nodded silently.

Waylen didn’t complete destroy Harold’s s career. Although the latter would go throwgh some difficulties now, his company could go back

was finished, Eloise gritted her teeth and

Besides, Waylen’s sister is going to marry Harold. He can’t really

a trance for a while.

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

her head and said,

his love and even refused to let Eloise

in the conversation made the atmosphere

intend to

with his rehabilitation exercises,

went to the door and

as she saw who was standing outside, all the color

butts lying around his feet. Rena didn’t know how long he had been staneine there before he decided to ring the doorbell.

voice came from inside the room. “Rena,

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

ex-boyfriend here, Rena

to visit my

threw another cigarette butt to the ground and stubbed it

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 him

he

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

to have

tried to coax her gently. “You know I won’t

you want with

waste her breath on him, Rena was about to go back

hugged her from behind and whispered, “Stop being so cold to me, Rena.

gritted her teeth, her blood

twice and raised her hand to slap

We broke up a long time

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