Matthew was standing beneath the muted moonlight.

Numerous connections were whirling through his mind.

He had received Selina's phone call while he was at the company, and he had overheard a conversation in that call. When he'd returned back to the Whitlock's family villa, Selina had coincidentally gone out, and she'd been with a man.

And it just so happened, that in that conversation, she had been talking to a man.

When he came back home, he'd accidentally come across the items that were stuffed in her bag.

Those toys and condoms.

One could acknowledge these events as a simple twist of fate, but there was no way everything was just a coincidence.

Yet if one were to call this a scheme, it would be impossible for anyone to have plotted every single detail to create such a seamless plan.

Matthew's head continued to throb even more.

How on earth was he going to trust Selina?

Moments later, he walked into the villa and went up to the second floor.

He faced a door on the second floor.

The door was painted pink.

He pushed it open.

There was nothing inside the room behind that door, except for some objects that appear to be stuck on the wall.

They were paintings. The walls were covered with paintings.

And they were all paintings of Selina.

The same year that Matthew had met Selina, he had had a growing interest in art, and had even specially learnt painting from a nationally renowned artist. At first, he drew all kinds of things, such as sceneries that involved mountains and lakes. However, later on he'd started to focus on only one subject: Selina. Ever since he'd caught a single glimpse of her at that party, his paintings had only featured her and her alone.

The scene of her dancing in a red dress.

He had drawn it countless times.

He kept all these paintings for himself. After building this villa in Agaphen City, he'd stored them in this room.

Thinking that pink was Selina's favorite color, he'd purposefully decorated the whole room in pink. Even the door and the walls were colored pink.

And in the center of the room hung the biggest painting among them.

of

as they danced with the wind. Her dark ebony hair was a striking

body tremble at

that a girl with eyes as pure and beautiful as hers could say

a girl with such pure eyes would go back and forth between him

of things that happened this afternoon. He couldn't find

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twinkled in her eyes,

His breathing abruptly stopped.

quickly flashed

This made him shudder.

the biggest plot hole

was that Selina herself would never even talk about

evidence was piled up against her,

She would

he rushed out of the

engulfed by feelings of

that he had

had doubted

dared to leave

was nothing more than a

have trusted her,

in the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning speed. Selina had

in throes of pain. On her left, there

tried over and over again to jump start the car, but

were cuts on her hand, blood trickling down

with people so she could scream for help, but there didn't seem to be any people in sight for miles. She couldn't just leave Natalie heredike this, with blood dripping from her private

streamed down her face, soaking the collar of her

due to the intense

reach a point where she felt like

Her whole body stiffened.

moving in their direction at

her senses when she saw

out to the middle of the road and waved her hands at the sports car with all the energy

be able to see her and stop in time. Perhaps, she would be run over

that happened, at

came to a sudden halt a mere meter away from

car opened and Matthew stepped

eyes on

had never seen

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