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

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

at this view in front

believe that a girl with eyes as pure and

eyes would go back and forth between him and Dylan, coveting the pleasure of having sex with different

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

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light twinkled in her eyes,

His breathing abruptly stopped.

shot of electricity quickly

This made him shudder.

biggest plot hole in

that Selina herself would never even talk about such

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

She would never act

that, he rushed out

was engulfed by feelings of

that he had taken

that he had doubted her for

dared to leave

nothing more than

should have trusted her,

parked in the underground garage. The car took off quickly, moving at lightning speed. Selina had never felt so helpless before in her entire

had Natalie, who was screaming in throes

to jump start the

on her hand,

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

her face,

to the intense anxiety she was

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

Her whole body stiffened.

moving in

quickly regained her senses when she saw

road and waved her hands at the sports car with all

was going so fast that it made her unsure if the driver would be able to see her and stop in

that happened, at least the driver would stop and

halt a mere meter

car opened and Matthew

eyes on her, Matthew's eyes

had never seen Selina like

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