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

was in her house.

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

a woman

on his melancholy face as he said,

to engage in small talk when his eyes fell

chubby, and

flickered and his smile froze as he asked, “Thalassa, these children are…”

could respond. Her voice was filled

hearing that, Leopold was shocked, and disbelief washed over him,

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

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

were laced with hostility and

before, when Thalassa had first mentioned having a boyfriend, she had told

Leopold slept with Isabella Everhart!

had

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