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 in

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

his whole body tremble at this

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 having sex with

any discrepancies with the whole series of things that happened this afternoon. He couldn't find any anything

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eyes, like stars woven

His breathing abruptly stopped.

electricity quickly flashed

This made him shudder.

last, he had found the biggest plot hole in

herself would never even talk about

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

girl. She would never act that promiscuously, not

that, he rushed out of the

by feelings of

much remorse that he had

couldn't believe that he had doubted

had even dared to

more than a

have trusted her,

was parked in the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning speed. Selina had never

throes

to jump start the car, but

on her hand, blood trickling down

a place with people so she could scream for help, but there didn't seem to be any people in sight

face, soaking

to the intense anxiety she

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

Her whole body stiffened.

moving in their direction

regained her senses when

of the road and waved her hands at

the driver would be able to see her and stop in time. Perhaps, she would be

happened, at least the

car came to a sudden halt

the car opened and Matthew

when he laid eyes on her, Matthew's eyes filled with

seen Selina like

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