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.

was a painting of Selina

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

body tremble at this view

with eyes as pure and beautiful as hers

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

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

deep-set 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

of light twinkled in her eyes, like

His breathing abruptly stopped.

of electricity quickly

This made him shudder.

had found the biggest plot hole in

would never even talk about such

up against her, it still couldn't prove

such a pure and lovely girl. She would never

that, he rushed out

by

remorse that he had taken so

couldn't believe that he had doubted her

even dared to leave

nothing more

have

underground garage. The car

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

jump start the car, but it just would not move

hand, blood trickling down her

scream for help, but there didn't seem to 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

were shaking uncontrollably due to the intense anxiety she was

as her distress was about to reach a point where she felt like she

Her whole body stiffened.

in their direction at a

her senses when she

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

unsure if the driver would be able to see her and stop

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

halt a mere meter away

car opened and Matthew stepped

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

never seen