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

hair flowed down past her shoulders, making graceful curls mid-air as they danced with the wind. Her dark ebony hair was

his whole body tremble at this view in front of

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

girl with such pure eyes would go back and forth between him and Dylan, coveting the pleasure of having sex with

any discrepancies with the whole series of things that happened this afternoon. He couldn't find any anything to prove her innocence. Matthew stared

onto Selina's own eyes in the painting. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

twinkled in her eyes, like stars woven into the

His breathing abruptly stopped.

electricity quickly flashed through his

This made him shudder.

the biggest

Selina herself would never even talk about such

against her, it still couldn't prove that

would never act

rushed out

by feelings

so much remorse that he had taken so long to

couldn't believe that he had doubted her for

to leave

was nothing more than a

should have trusted her,

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

in throes

jump start the car, but

her hand, blood trickling down

be any people in sight for miles. She couldn't just leave Natalie heredike this,

her face, soaking

were shaking uncontrollably due to

was about to reach a point where she felt like she was about to faint, a beam of light

Her whole body stiffened.

sports car was moving in their

senses when she saw

ran out to the middle of the road and waved her hands

it made her unsure if the driver would be

that happened, at least

to a sudden halt a mere meter away

of the car opened and Matthew

the moment when he laid eyes on her,

never seen

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