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

he was in her

seeing him, Thalassa’s emotions swirled, and there was a cocktail

a woman entering with two children. His gaze then shifted to a familiar face.

melancholy face as he

his eyes fell on the two other little

chubby,

eyes flickered and his smile froze as he asked,

Thalassa could respond. Her voice was filled with

disbelief washed over him, followed

children’s identity, but hearing it confirmed had knocked the wind out of him. His mind

glared at Leopold, “What are you doing here in the middle of the night? You should be over at Isabella Everhart’s house!”

words were laced with hostility and

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

Leopold slept with