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.

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

here he was

Thalassa’s emotions swirled, and

landed on a woman entering with two children.

broke out on his melancholy face as he

when his eyes fell on the two other little girls Thalassa was holding.

chubby, and utterly adorable.

as he asked, “Thalassa, these

Thalassa could respond. Her

him, followed by a wave of pain,

vaguely guessed the children’s identity, but hearing it confirmed had knocked the wind out

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

were laced with hostility and

Thalassa had first mentioned having a boyfriend, she had told Evelyn it was serious. She

then Leopold slept with Isabella Everhart!

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