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.

painting of

the wind. Her dark ebony hair was a striking contrast with the red gown she was wearing. Her snowy skin was set off with exceptional brilliance whilst her eyes shone, bright and

tremble at this view

pure and beautiful as hers could say such

would go back and forth between

this afternoon. He couldn't find any anything to prove her innocence. Matthew stared at the

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of light twinkled in her eyes, like

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly flashed through his

This made him shudder.

the biggest plot hole in this whole

would never even talk

her, it still couldn't prove that Selina would

and lovely girl. She would never act that promiscuously, not in a million

he rushed out

engulfed by feelings of

that he had taken so long to figure

that he had doubted

even dared to

was nothing more than

have trusted

out of the villa and got into his sports car that was parked in the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving

Natalie, who was screaming in throes

the car, but it just

on her hand, blood trickling down

scream for help, but there didn't seem to be any people in sight for miles. She couldn't just leave Natalie heredike this,

streamed down 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.

moving in

senses when she

the middle of the road and waved her hands at the sports car

driver would be able to see

If that happened, at least the

to a sudden halt a mere meter away from

car opened and Matthew stepped

laid eyes on her, Matthew's eyes

had never seen

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