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

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

whole body tremble at this view in front

as pure

eyes would go back and forth between him and Dylan, coveting

afternoon. He couldn't find any anything to prove her innocence. Matthew stared at the

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

of light twinkled in her eyes, like stars

His breathing abruptly stopped.

quickly flashed through

This made him shudder.

he had found the biggest plot hole

that Selina herself would

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

and lovely girl. She would never

he rushed out

by

remorse that he had taken so

had doubted her for so

even dared to leave her all

more than

have trusted

garage. The car took off quickly, moving at

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

over again to jump start the car, but it

cuts on her hand, blood

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

her face,

fingers were shaking uncontrollably due to the intense anxiety

to reach a point where she felt

Her whole body stiffened.

car was moving in their direction at a

her senses when she saw

waved her hands at the sports car with

would be able to see her and stop in

happened, at least the driver would stop and Natalie would be

sudden halt a mere

car opened and Matthew

the moment when he laid eyes

had never seen Selina like

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