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 Selina

hair was a striking contrast with the red gown she was wearing. Her snowy skin was set off

tremble at this view in

eyes as pure and beautiful as hers could say

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

this afternoon. He couldn't find any anything

eyes finally fell 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

her eyes, like stars woven into the

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly flashed through his

This made him shudder.

found the biggest plot hole in this

Selina herself would never even talk

was piled up against her, it still couldn't prove that Selina would say

She would

rushed

engulfed by

so much remorse that he had taken so long to figure

that he had

had even dared to leave her all

nothing more than

have

of the villa and got into his sports car that was parked in the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning speed. Selina had never felt so helpless before

her right, she had Natalie, who was screaming in throes of pain. On her left, there laid an empty

to jump start the car, but it just would not

hand, blood

didn't seem to be any people in sight for

down her face,

due to

her distress was about to reach a point where she felt like she was about to faint, a

Her whole body stiffened.

moving in their direction at a terrifying

her senses when

of the road and waved her hands at the sports car

driver would be

was not important right now. If that happened, at least the driver would stop and

a sudden halt

of the car

he laid eyes on her,

had never seen Selina like

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