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.

her connections to search for him but

was in her house.

Thalassa’s emotions swirled, and there was a cocktail of feelings.

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

his melancholy face

small talk when his eyes fell on the two other

chubby, and utterly adorable.

eyes flickered and his smile froze as he asked, “Thalassa, these children

Thalassa could respond. Her voice was filled with

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

identity, but hearing it confirmed had knocked the wind out of

you doing here in the middle of

with hostility and anger.

had told Evelyn

then Leopold slept with