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

he was in

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

a woman entering with

his melancholy face as he

engage in small talk when his eyes fell on the two other little girls Thalassa

chubby, and

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

interrupted before Thalassa could respond.

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

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

by the hand, 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

boyfriend, she had told Evelyn it

then Leopold slept with

was why Thalassa had broken up

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