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.

all her

here he was in her house.

and there was a

the noise behind him, Leopold turned around, and his eyes landed on a woman entering with two children. His gaze then

out on his melancholy face as

when his eyes fell on the two other little girls Thalassa

short, chubby, and utterly adorable.

eyes flickered and his smile froze as

quadruplets,” Evelyn interrupted before Thalassa could respond. Her voice

that, Leopold was shocked, and disbelief washed over him, followed by a wave of

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

Atticus by the hand, glared at Leopold, “What are you doing here in the middle of the night? You should be over at

words were laced with hostility and anger.

mentioned having a boyfriend, she had told Evelyn it was serious. She said that they were talking about marriage.

then Leopold slept

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