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.

of

down past 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.

his whole body tremble at this view in front

couldn't believe that a girl with eyes as pure

go back and forth

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 innocence. Matthew stared at

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 her eyes, like stars woven into the

His breathing abruptly stopped.

quickly flashed through his

This made him shudder.

he had found the biggest plot hole

would never even

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

a pure and lovely girl. She would never

rushed out of

by feelings of

so much remorse that he had taken

he had

to

more

should have

his sports car that was parked in the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning

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

over again to jump start the car,

hand, blood trickling down her

go to 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,

down her face, soaking the collar

were shaking uncontrollably due to the intense anxiety she

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

Her whole body stiffened.

in their

regained her senses when

her hands at the sports car with all

that it made her unsure if the driver would be able to see her and stop in time. Perhaps, she

now. If that happened, at least the driver would stop and Natalie would be

sudden halt a mere meter away

of the car opened and Matthew stepped

the moment when he laid eyes on her,

never seen Selina like this