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

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

had always loved

the soul and was

joy. “I’d like

pointed out the books on the shelf, filled with photographs of famous 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 even won a prize.”

when Lorna offhandedly asked, “Oh, did

remembered, “Oh,

understanding before Lorna

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

attachment, Lorna offered, “Do you like it? I’ll get it framed and hang it in

eyes sparkled with

to find the rest of the family already seated in the dining room. Sanderson was biting back a smile, and Everard raised an eyebrow, already

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

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

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

left at the round table. She sat between Everard and

of chivalry that hadn’t been

favorites, while Lorna took mental notes, appreciating

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

their looks toward

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

the perplexing state of affairs at the

his gaze calmly cast downward. “Mrs. Delaney, I’m up for anything, as long as Lia likes it.”

a loss for words.