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, âAn old friend of my fatherâs has returned from Braseovell and he will be arriving here soon.
It seems I wonât be able to join you tonight.
â
What a curious coincidence!
Lyndon, too, had returned from Braseovell on the very same day.
Renaâs voice softened as she replied, âTreat him well, then.
â
Waylen nodded.
Just as he was about to say something more, a melodious voice called out from behind, âWaylen!â
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.
âMr.
Coleman, itâs been a long time.
â
This man was Lyndon.
He and Waylenâs father had been close friends for years, admiring each otherâs talents and character.
While it appeared.
that Lyndon had returned for his concert tour, his true motive was far more profound-âhe had actually come back in secret search of his long-lost daughter.
Lyndonâs smile widened as he greeted Waylen.
âLong time no see, Itâs been a few years since we last met! Iâve heard great things about your accomplishments in your career.
â
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.
âMr.
Coleman, my father is calling for you downstairs,â she said with a mischievous grin.
Lyndon tenderly patted Ceciliaâs hand and obliged, making his way downstairs with her.
As they descended, Cecilia couldnât contain her curiosity and asked, âDid Elvira come back with you this time?â
Lyndonâs expression froze.
His gaze instinctively shifted towards Waylen.
Waylen was leaning against the French window, furrowing his brow and slowly puffing on a cigarette.
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Lyndon couldnât help but admire the young manâs remarkable demeanor, even amidst his evident distress.
In a low voice, Lyndon replied to Cecilia, No, she didnât.
she wonât be returning for the time being.
â
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 familyâs cherished friend.