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

graceful curls mid-air as they danced with the wind. Her dark ebony hair was a striking contrast with the red gown she was wearing. Her snowy skin

felt his whole body tremble at this

with eyes as pure

believe that a girl with such pure eyes would go back and forth between him and Dylan, coveting

happened this afternoon. He couldn't find

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in her eyes, like stars woven

His breathing abruptly stopped.

quickly

This made him shudder.

found the biggest plot hole in this

would never even talk about such

evidence was piled up against her,

was such a pure and lovely girl. She would never act that promiscuously,

he rushed out

by feelings

remorse that he had taken so

had doubted her for

dared to

more

have trusted

the underground garage. The

screaming in throes of pain. On her left, there laid an empty

and over again to jump start the car, but it just

her hand, blood

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

face, soaking the collar of

to the

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

Her whole body stiffened.

sports car was moving in

senses

middle of the road and waved her hands at the

was going so fast that it made her unsure if the driver would be able to see her and stop in time. Perhaps, she would be run

not important right now. If that happened, at least

halt a mere meter

of the car opened and

the moment when he laid eyes on her, Matthew's eyes filled

had never seen Selina like this

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