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.
It was a painting of Selina in that red gown.
Strands of her thick, long hair flowed 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. Her snowy skin was set off with exceptional brilliance whilst her eyes shone, bright and clear.
He felt his whole body tremble at this view in front of him.
He couldn't believe that a girl with eyes as pure and beautiful as hers could say such unthinkable things.
He couldn't believe that a girl with such pure eyes would go back and forth between him and Dylan, coveting the pleasure of having sex with different men.
However, 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 the painting, dazed.
His deep-set eyes finally fell onto Selina's own eyes in the painting.
Fragments of light twinkled in her eyes, like stars woven into the night sky.
His breathing abruptly stopped.
A shot of electricity quickly flashed through his body.
This made him shudder.
At last, he had found the biggest plot hole in this whole scenario.
It was that Selina herself would never even talk about such things.
No matter how much evidence was piled up against her, it still couldn't prove that Selina would say those things.
She was such a pure and lovely girl. She would never act that promiscuously, not in a million years!
With that, he rushed out of the room.
He was engulfed by feelings of regret.
He felt so much remorse that he had taken so long to figure this out.
He couldn't believe that he had doubted her for so long!
He had even dared to leave her all alone!
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