My Heart only Beats for You

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.

a painting of Selina in that

mid-air as they danced with the wind. Her dark ebony hair was a striking contrast

whole body tremble at this view

with eyes as pure and beautiful as

girl with such pure eyes would go back and forth between

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

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in her eyes, like stars

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly flashed through

This made him shudder.

had found the biggest plot hole

would never even talk about

how much evidence was piled up against her, it still couldn't prove

She would never act that promiscuously, not

that, he rushed out of

engulfed by

he had taken

had

even dared to leave her all

was nothing more than a

have trusted

rushed out 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 in her

screaming in throes of pain.

the car, but

were cuts on her hand, blood trickling down her

a place with people so she 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,

her face, soaking the collar of

due to the intense

felt like she was about to faint, a beam

Her whole body stiffened.

sports car was moving in their

regained her senses when

road and waved her hands at the sports car with all the energy

made her unsure if the driver would be able to see her and stop in time.

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

car came to a sudden halt a mere meter

car

the moment when he laid eyes

had never seen Selina like this