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.

all her connections to

was

him, Thalassa’s emotions swirled, and there

turned around, and his eyes landed on a

out on his melancholy face as he said, “Thalassa…

eyes fell on

short, chubby,

smile froze as

could respond. Her voice

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

the children’s identity, but hearing it confirmed had knocked the

glared at Leopold, “What are you doing here in the middle of the night?

words were laced with hostility

having a boyfriend, she had told Evelyn it was serious. She said that

then Leopold slept with Isabella Everhart!