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

mountain… it’s the spitting image of mine!” Lorna’s eyes shone with excitement.

had always

passion that calmed the soul and

with joy. “I’d

a look at these when you can,” she

for a scroll, unfurling it halfway when Lorna offhandedly asked, “Oh,

remembered, “Oh, it’s dinner time.”

understanding before Lorna coughed lightly, “Shall we head down for dinner then?”

the half–unrolled masterpiece in her hands, reluctant to leave it

it framed and hang it in your room – consider it a gift from your mom.”

with

in the dining room. Sanderson was biting back a smile, and Everard raised an eyebrow, already mingling with the

“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 minutes not bad!”

Cordelia, “I used to lose track of time when I painted as a girl. Your granny wouldn’t call

Lia, not you. Don’t starve my granddaughter. Lia, come here- the soup is fresh

at the round table. She sat between Everard

out her chair, a gesture of chivalry that hadn’t been present at

suitor, serving Cordelia her favorites, while Lorna took mental notes,

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

exchanged glances, their looks toward

with her studies, not

of affairs at the

of attention when he spoke, his gaze calmly cast

a loss for words.