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 her head.

it’s the spitting image of mine!” Lorna’s eyes shone with excitement. “Lia, how about’l teach you after

always loved painting

passion that calmed the

with joy. “I’d like

with photographs of famous paintings. “Take a look at these when you can,” she said, then gesturing to the rolled–up

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

then remembered, “Oh, it’s

shared a moment of silent understanding before Lorna coughed lightly, “Shall we head down for

in

and hang it in your room – consider

sparkled with delight,

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

long it’d take for the

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

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

round table. She sat between

she approached, Everard unexpectedly stood and pulled out her chair, a gesture of chivalry that

attentive suitor, serving Cordelia her favorites, while Lorna took mental notes, appreciating the details that Everard seemed

who had been surprised to learn of her supposed preferences for chicken wings

exchanged glances, their looks

daughter’s mind was occupied with her studies, not romance. Only

was the perplexing state of affairs

spoke, his gaze calmly cast downward. “Mrs. Delaney, I’m up for anything, as long

a loss for