Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 121

The painting depicted a serene landscape, a canvas of rolling hills and undulating waves, with the vast river’s surface mirroring the silhouettes of distant towers amidst the misty ripples. It exuded a subtle elegance and a timeless charm.

In the bottom right corner, a red seal marked the creator’s pseudonym: Nana.

Lorna gazed at the name, her expression tightening just a notch.

It was a moniker her college professor had given her, but she preferred the one she had casually chosen for herself, Lorn.

However, with Fanny breathing down her neck, her artwork had no place in the studio. Friends had suggested a change of pseudonym might do the trick.

And so, today, she had painted another piece, ready to test the waters.

Setting the stamp aside, Lorna looked up to see Cordelia peering curiously at her work, prompting her to ask, “Hey Lia, do you want to learn watercolor painting?”

The thought sparked a gleam in Cordelia’s eyes as she nodded vehemently, “Yes, please!”

Lorna, hearing this, peeled the painting off the easel and laid it on a nearby table. She then spread out a fresh sheet of watercolor paper and handed Cordelia a paintbrush, saying, “Watercolor painting is all about balance ink for form, color for life. To capture a landscape, you’ve got to master brushwork, ink flow, composition, and color…

After a succinct introduction, Lorna demonstrated with a few strokes of her brush, and a distant mountain came to life on the paper.

Handing the brush over, she encouraged, “Give it a shot.”

Cordelia, who had learned calligraphy back at the orphanage, wasn’t versed in painting but had a knack for imitation. Her slender script had once been indistinguishable from the original, deceiving many.

She pondered for a moment before making a couple of marks on the paper.

Lorna was astounded, “You sure you’ve never done this before?”

shook

image of mine!” Lorna’s

always

was a passion that calmed the soul and was

gleamed with joy. “I’d like

when you can,” she said, then gesturing to the rolled–up canvases beside them, Those

unfurling it halfway when Lorna offhandedly asked,

then remembered, “Oh, it’s dinner time.”

moment of silent understanding before Lorna coughed lightly,

the half–unrolled masterpiece in

offered, “Do you like it? I’ll get it framed and hang it in your room – consider it a gift from

with delight,

the dining room. Sanderson was biting back a smile, and Everard raised an

not to call you two, I wanted to see how long it’d take for the bookworms to remember food. Huh,

track of time when I painted as a girl. Your granny wouldn’t

granddaughter. Lia, come here- the soup

two seats left at the round table. She

out her chair, a gesture of

favorites, while Lorna took

of her supposed preferences for chicken wings

glances, their looks toward Everard filled with

daughter’s mind was occupied with her studies, not romance. Only someone like Everard could endure,

was the perplexing state of affairs at the dinner

cast downward. “Mrs. Delaney, I’m up

was at a loss for