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 Selina in that red

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 was set off

body tremble at this view in front of

couldn't believe that a girl with eyes as pure and beautiful as hers could

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

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

fell onto Selina's own eyes in the painting. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on

light twinkled in her eyes, like stars woven into the night

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly flashed through his

This made him shudder.

the biggest plot hole

herself would never even

piled up against her, it still couldn't

She would never act

he rushed

engulfed by feelings of

much remorse that he had taken so long to figure this

believe that he had doubted her for so

to leave

was nothing more than

have

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

throes of pain. On her left, there laid

again to jump start the car,

were cuts on her hand,

be any people in sight for miles. She couldn't just leave Natalie heredike this, with blood dripping from her private

down her face, soaking the collar of her

to the intense anxiety she was

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

Her whole body stiffened.

car was moving in their direction at

her senses when

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

if the driver would be able to

right now. If that happened, at least the driver would stop and Natalie

to a sudden halt a mere meter

car opened and Matthew stepped

he laid eyes

had never seen Selina like this

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