Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 132

Fanny’s face darkened. She had never imagined that a mere painting would prompt Naylor to invoke the name of B Aster, but she quickly regained her composure, saying, “Well then, if Mr. Aster is available But isn’t he in a meeting right now?”

The current exhibit was meant to celebrate the culture of the Superiority Country, so the Art Association was taking it very seriously, with endless meetings to discuss the details.

Navlor coughed and glanced at his watch, “About another half–hour, I reckon.”

Fanny hummed in response, then added with a pointed tone. “I’m curious, does Mr. Finegan know the artist of this painting?”

Her question made the underlying message clear to everyone present.

Someone spoke up. “Why would a nobody’s work be critiqued by a giant of Watercolor Painting? What’s the story behind this artist?”

Lorna’s face turned even paler. She looked to Cordelia, “Lia, I want to go home.”

Cordelia supported her, her eyes clouded with confusion and helplessness.

It seemed Lorna was hurt, but Cordelia, ever the awkward comforter, could only nod, her voice unexpectedly gentle, “Okay”

She helped Lorna to the exit.

Mrs. Brown tried to console her, “Mrs. Delaney, your painting is quite impressive; don’t take it to heart.”

Lorna mustered a weak smile and staggered out.

The car ride home was steeped in silence. Cordelia didn’t know how to break the quiet. She fiddled with her phone and sent a message. [Hey, are you free?]

Mr. All–Round replied, [What’s up?]

LearnLover said, [My mother’s painting was criticized today, and she’s feeling down. How do I comfort her?]

Mr. All–Round replied,I suggest you say nothing.)

Cordelia paused, then after a moment, a longer message arrived.

Mr. All–Round said,[Your mother always aims to maintain the image of a good mother in front of you. She wouldn’t want to show her vulnerability and frustration. Any comfort you offer might only add to her sense of shame.]

After sending the message,

[I’m heading

soon arrived at their

soon as they entered the living room, her phone

the phone, “Lorna, someone wants to buy

eyes lit

walked in, but he… he…” There was a sigh, “He said, based on Fanny’s comment, that your painting is all technique,

commanded more, particularly for

at least a few hundred, not to mention the

bucks. It was an insult.

a struggle evident in

phone, “Sorry,

then

handed the phone

hide, she stumbled into her room, bypassing Mathilda, who emerged to speak. Lorna headed straight upstairs to her studio without a word.

puzzled,

events of the exhibition

after eighteen years. But Fanny is clearly trying to break your mom, make her lose her confidence

like painting or writing, the work is tied to the artist’s state of

=

Lorna lost belief in herself, what would come

upstairs,

and Sanderson strode into the house,

the studio upstairs.”

headed up,

least noticeable. among your mom’s suitors. Turns out she chose right.

breeze flutter the white curtains and rustle the

desk.

and paper that had once been her life, haunted by Fanny’s words, “It seems the artist

been eighteen years since

art exhibit and became engrossed. By the time she snapped back to reality, the

entirely, which