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

her shoulders, making graceful 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 with exceptional brilliance whilst her eyes shone,

body tremble at this view

pure and beautiful as

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

of things that happened this afternoon. He couldn't find any anything to prove her innocence. Matthew stared at the painting,

in the painting. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

twinkled in her eyes, like stars woven into the

His breathing abruptly stopped.

quickly flashed

This made him shudder.

biggest plot hole in this

herself would never even talk about

her, it still couldn't prove that

girl. She would never act that promiscuously, not

rushed out of

was engulfed by feelings

so much remorse that he had

that he had doubted her for

to leave her

was nothing more

have trusted her,

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

was screaming in throes of pain. On her left, there

start the car, but it just would not

on her hand, blood

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

endlessly streamed down her face, soaking the

uncontrollably due to

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

Her whole body stiffened.

sports car was moving in their direction at

quickly regained her senses

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

made her unsure if the driver would be able to

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

sudden halt a mere meter

car opened and Matthew

eyes on her, Matthew's eyes

had never seen Selina like this

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