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

was

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

on a woman entering with two children. His gaze then shifted

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

engage in small talk when his eyes fell on the

chubby, and utterly adorable.

eyes flickered and his smile froze as

Thalassa could respond.

washed over him, followed

knocked the wind out of him.

you doing here in the middle of the night? You should

laced with hostility

had told Evelyn

then Leopold slept with

was why Thalassa had broken

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