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?”

just shook her head.

hand there! And this mountain… it’s the spitting image of

had always loved painting

was a passion that calmed the soul

joy. “I’d like

paintings. “Take a look at these when you can,” she said, then gesturing to the rolled–up canvases beside them, Those are my works from eighteen years ago. One

unfurling it halfway when Lorna

remembered, “Oh, it’s

Lorna coughed lightly, “Shall we head down

Cordelia replied, glancing at the half–unrolled masterpiece in

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

with

already seated in the dining room. Sanderson was biting back

huffed. “I told them not to call you two, I wanted to see how long it’d take for the bookworms to remember food. Huh, only forty

the sarcasm, saying to Cordelia, “I used to lose track of time when I painted as a girl. Your granny wouldn’t call me or wait miss mealtime, and I’d go hungry. At least now they wait for

for Lia, not you. Don’t starve my granddaughter. Lia, come here- the soup is fresh and warm,” Mathilda beckoned Cordelia over.

at the round table. She sat between Everard and

stood and pulled out her chair, a gesture of chivalry

while Lorna took mental notes, appreciating

what Everard liked, Cordelia, who had been surprised to learn of her supposed preferences for chicken wings and eggplants,

Sanderson exchanged glances, their looks toward Everard filled with empathy.

mind was occupied with her studies, not romance. Only someone

of affairs at

captured a wave of attention when he spoke, his gaze calmly cast downward. “Mrs. Delaney, I’m up for anything, as

was at a loss for words.