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.

When they arrived at the room, he unveiled an aged photograph on the table.

As Zoey donned her reading glasses to study it, she marveled, “This is an old picture of me. How did you manage to find this?”

When she flipped the photo over, her questions dissipated, replaced by a subtle shift in her expression.

Her eyes welled with a complex mix of melancholy and longing for days long gone by.

In fading ink, the reverse side of the photograph bore a message that tugged at Zoey’s heartstrings.

“I miss my beloved Zoey.”

Tears glistened in Zoey’s eyes as she recognized the familiar handwriting.

“Waylen, I recognize this handwriting.”

Her voice quivered, but the tears remained in check.

Waylen’s voice was hushed yet filled with a gentle solemnity.

“Jarrod entrusted this to me. He said… His life’s greatest regret was not having the chance to apologize to you.”

Zoey’s fingers caressed the photograph, and a sigh escaped her lips.

“He didn’t need to do that. Waylen, how is he?

For a fleeting moment, silence hung in the air, an unspoken truth. Zoey knew something bad might have happened to Jarrod.

Placing his hand atop Zoey’s, Waylen gently broke the silence.

“Jarrod has passed away. You were the last person in his thoughts.”

The words lingered, a poignant reminder of life’s fragility.

Zoey’s shock was palpable, yet instead of tears, she gently traced the handwritten words on the photograph.

Hy beloved Zoey.

When Zoey was young, she and Jarrod had been an incredible match, Their connection was undeniable, However, fate had other plans. A bitter feud divided their families. Jarrod’s family vehemently opposed his relationship with Zoey, uttering hurtful words, Zoey, known for her fierce spirit, couldn’t tolerate such discord. She made the bold decision to marry into the Evans family just half a year later.

Jarrod, unable to bear the constraints of his family’s disapproval, chose a different path.

He ran away from home and eventually found himself drawn into the world of psychics,

The ambiance in the room was heavy with silence. Zoey sat, her emotions hidden behind a stoic facade.

No tears, no cries – but Waylen understood the storm brewing within her.

In a hushed voice, Waylen began to share snippets of Jarrod’s history and his connection to the Fowler family. Zoey responded with a nonchalant tone, “I thought he had given up on everything. Yet, in the end, he helped my granddaughter.

For hours, Zoey remained in solitude, lost in her thoughts. Waylen stood by her side, offering silent support.

As evening descended, Mark returned home. He was taken aback to learn that Waylen was in the house.

Upon hearing from a servant that Zoey was in low spirits and that Waylen was with her, Mark decided to head straight to Zoey’s bedroom,

He approached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock.

Concern laced his voice as he inquired.

“Mom, why have you locked the door?”

The door creaked open, revealing Waylen.

He quietly closed the door behind him and explained, “Mark, your mother needs some time alone.”

Mark felt a sense of unease wash over him.

He took a few steps away from the door but couldn’t contain his curiosity.

“What’s wrong with my mom?”

Waylen paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

“An old friend of your mother’s has passed away.”

Mark’s confusion was palpable.

He racked his brain, but the identity of this old friend remained elusive. After all, the families had once been prominent in their own right, but the past was a distant memory now.

Waylen had originally intended to return to Duefron overnight. He missed Rena and the kids.

However, Mark’s insistence kept him back.

“Zoey isn’t feeling well. Having an extra person in the house might help, and she’s very fond of you.”

Waylen consented.

Mark took it upon himself to prepare a few dishes.

The night air was chilly, and Waylen stood alone in the courtyard, dialing Rena’s number to let her know where he was.

Rena’s gentle voice greeted him when she picked up.

“Dinner is ready, Will you be back for it

Waylen, undoing a button on his coat, whispered, “You and the kids should eat first. I’m away on business, and it might be difficult for me to make it back. If you have trouble sleeping, let Alexis sleep with you. She always likes to snuggle up to you the most.”

Rena had no reason to doubt him, She simply wished him well and

words, Waylen’s heart swelled

been a day, but I already

Waylen’s heart did

was about to say more when Mark interrupted, “You’re with her every day, and now you can’t

hung up the phone, grinning. He joined Mark for a

revealing a black turtleneck, Waylen*s face flushed a faint

He looked incredibly handsome.

Waylen’s tongue, and he asked casually, “When do you plan to give Cecilia

his glass, a bittersweet smile

his promise to Cecilia. Thankfully, danger no

innate reserve, Cecilia wasn’t as forward as she

his busy schedule had always made him

glass. Waylen was delighted to hear Mark’s resolute

poured a glass

of them continued

the night, Waylen found himself in Rena‘s room, Meanwhile, Mark ventured into Zoey’s room. Zoey had been overcome with grief and barely ate, so Mark took it upon himself to whip

at least have a

you want to visit his grave, I’ll go with

out of the window at

this ending, yet he chose to go through with it. It must

Mark nodded.

the night on the sofa in Zoey’s bedroom. In the

some gifts he’d purchased for Cecilia and

nearly noon by the

Tyrone’s sister, Danna, who happened to be Zack’s wife. Tyrone had been

but steal a few extra glances at Danna. She had an unassuming air about her

long, Danna hastily took

away, Waylen unbuttoned his coat and pretended

rather frightened of

shot Waylen

a way. It was no

rush to get to the

Rena onto his

Danna come by to speak

Rena nodded in confirmation.

tickets to a car race to us. Zack is set to participate

Waylen grinned.

nearly 3@ and still into racing. I

face and asked, “Are you jealous? I spoil you too. When you lost your memory, I didn’t stop you from being a

this, Rena continued seriously, “Waylen, I know you prefer to

halted Rena’s words with a

want to

a man, providing his wife and children with the best life

had met Rena, Waylen’s dream had been to become a Lawyer, but now, his entire dream centered around Rena and their

with his work in

the afternoon, Waylen headed to the company. The weather outside was chilly, so Rena

the luxurious villa, she was greeted

the second floor, Miss Powell, please go and have a chat with her,” the servant said. Ruth nodded in acknowledgment and was led

she entered the Luxurious villa once

servant knocked on the study door and announced, “Mrs. Fowler,

voice emanated

her in,” she

opened, revealing the elegantly

sofas sat beside a French window, evoking an air of opulence, Just the

dress, her

a mature and

couldn’t help but think of Waylen when she saw Rena in such a light.

the latter lifted her head and offered a warm

it. Please, have a seat,” Rena

across from Rena but felt somewhat

“Prepare a cup

Ruth sipped her coffee, she still couldn’t

favor

for Aline, but Aline had a strong dislike

taking a deep breath, Ruth couldn’t contain

She has managed to gain favor with several prominent individuals, and she constantly makes things difficult for me. During the

cozy up to those influential figures as

Ruth aspired to be an upstanding person and

the window for a moment. Outside, the snowflakes

traced

of snow this year,”

a bit puzzled by

a tranquil composure, masking her thoughts. She continued in a softer tone, “Even though you work for

didn’t

offered a warm smile, “These are tickets for next

request, Ruth nodded

She just asked softly, “Are you willing to help

seconds and nodded firmly. Rena beckoned Ruth closer and whispered confidentially in her ear. Ruth was genuinely

bold move from her, Still, Ruth believed that individuals like Aline, who harbored malice in

lingered a

of a car approaching the yard heralded the

and Leonel

She touched his face with her cold little hand and

gentle kiss on his rosy cheek and attempted to

frowned. He reached over to inspect Marcus’s diaper and proclaimed, “He’s

exclaimed, “Oh, Marcus, you’ve wet yourself

Marcus’s bottom with a damp tissue.

then proceeded to give Alexis

you get it?” he

tiny hand, Alexis beamed and responded, “Leonel, I have you to help me, don’t

shifted his gaze towards Alexis and, with a faint blush, turned his

the diaper change was complete, Marcus was carried over to Rena by

hungry,” Alexis informed Rena

out, responded without

Marcus, treating him as her little one during their make-believe games. Rena calmly

engrossed in his book, quietly turning its pages. Alexis, however, wished to join in the care

Alexis to read

familial beauty, and it left Ruth feeling deeply

from the villa, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Rena, who, at such a young age, was left to care for the children. Yet, upon reflection, she realized that Rena had made this choice herself. Rena had wealth, ample free time, and

days later, Ruth crossed paths with Aline

Ruth’s agent glared at the portly man beside Aline but refrained from voicing his anger. He assisted Ruth in making her way to the restroom.

was a

a fresh coat of Lipstick, all the while wearing a

truly wished to make

turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, attempting to

some semblance of sobriety, she croaked in a hoarse voice, “But consider what

leaned against the wall, producing a

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