The back of the photograph held a message, inked with longing.

"I miss my beloved Zoey And so, the events of the day whispered in his mind, a gentle reminder of Jarrod's plea. In his final moments, he had asked a favor of Waylen, a favor that resonated in the quiet depths of his soul.

Jarrod asked Waylen to return the photo to Zoey in Czanch. Jarrod said that he had failed a woman before, and now he saved Rena to erase his own sins...

Waylen knew it was time to heed Jarrod's request.

Without a word, Waylen embraced the decision, a promise he would keep to himself.

The night deepened, shadows dancing across the room.

Waylen watched over her, his fingers tracing the contours of her face, his thoughts a cascade of emotions.

In the hush of the night, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead, a whisper of his presence.

“Why are you awake?" His voice, a quiet murmur, reached her ears,

Rena wrapped her arms around his waist and murmured back, “Waylen, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's a dream. I'm afraid when I wake up, you won't be by my side anymore.

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.

The butler hesitated, and then cautiously replied, “He appears troubled." Zoey's concern deepened.

At that very moment, Waylen entered, his demeanor unusually deferential, which only served to bewilder Zoey further.

Without delay, he extended his arm to escort Zoey to her room, away from prying eyes. He confided with a faint smile dancing on his lips, "I have something to share with you, in private

Zoey's playful retort didn't mask her relief.

“Waylen, what's with all the secrecy?"

Waylen's enigmatic smile remained.