The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 522

The man stood before the hearth in the living room. His gaze was fixed on the landscape painting hanging above it.

In rural America, it was customary for each household to hang a painting like that, a symbol of bellef, used in celebrations and festivities.

Typically, by 11 or 12 at night, most people in the village would have retired to bed, leaving only the sounds of chirping crickets and hooting owls.

Unexpectedly, Thalassa found her living room fully lit at that late hour.

The man standing in the center of the room had chestnut hair and donned a black and white tracksuit.

His attire was casual and youthful, but the figure he cut, staring at the painting, was desolate and melancholy.

The man was tall and slender, radiating an aura of cultured warmth.

It was Leopold!

Upon seeing him, Thalassa’s breath hitched.

used all her connections to search for him

here he was in her

and there was a cocktail

behind him, Leopold turned around, and his eyes landed on a woman entering with

his melancholy

in small talk when his eyes fell on the two other little girls

chubby, and utterly

smile froze as

could respond. Her voice was filled with

over him, followed by a wave of pain, like a heavyweight

it confirmed had knocked the wind out of him. His mind buzzed and went blank.

Leopold, “What are you doing here in

with

years before, when Thalassa had first mentioned having a boyfriend, she had told Evelyn it was serious. She said that they were

slept with Isabella