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.

Leopold was missing, had used all her connections to search for him but

was in her house.

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

a woman entering

on his melancholy face

talk when his eyes fell on

chubby, and utterly

eyes flickered and his smile froze as he asked,

Thalassa’s quadruplets,” Evelyn interrupted before Thalassa could respond. Her voice was filled

and disbelief washed over him, followed by

had knocked the wind out of him. His mind buzzed and

Dorian and Atticus by the hand, glared at Leopold, “What are you doing here in the

laced with hostility and anger.

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

then Leopold slept with