Unbeknownst to Rena, Waylen embarked on a journey to Czanch, his footsteps guided by a purpose hidden in the depths of his heart.

Rena remained in blissful ignorance, the tapestry of her own day woven with the threads of routine.

The private plane touched down gracefully at the stroke of ten, like a phantom of the skies.

Waylen’s arrival at the Evans family’ residence was well-timed, shortly before noon, leaving the mansion’s butler utterly surprised by the unexpected guest, Rushing to the grand hall, he announced with urgency, “Mrs.

Zoey Evans, Mr, Waylen Fowler has arrived,”

Zoey’s heart raced with curiosity.

“What brings him here today?”

Her unease was rooted in the unresolved tension between their families.

Mark, her son, and Waylen’s sister Cecilia had a tangled history that led to the birth of a child.

For years, Mark hadn’t given Cecilia a home, and Zoey feared Waylen’s presence might ignite a storm of anger.

butler hesitated, and then cautiously replied,

” Zoey’s concern deepened.

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Waylen entered, his demeanor unusually deferential, which only served to bewilder Zoey

his arm to escort Zoey

a faint smile dancing on his lips,

retort didn’t

with all the

Waylen’s enigmatic smile remained.

at the room, he unveiled an aged

her reading glasses to study it, she marveled, “This

you manage to

she flipped the photo over, her questions dissipated, replaced by a subtle shift

welled with a complex mix of melancholy and longing for days

photograph bore a message that tugged at

my beloved

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