The Wrong Woman

Chapter 44

Suzanne could only look at Nathan helplessly. Confusion and uneasiness filled her beautiful eyes.

Nathan felt as though his heart had melted into a puddle. Never did he realize that Suzanne’s helpless and vulnerable gaze would leave such a huge impact on him.

He walked over to Suzanne and leaned in to murmur into her ear.”

Suzanne, all the guests here are our friends and family. To tell you the truth, no one cares about the authenticity of famous paintings or your skill level.

“This is just an event that’s thrown in to please Grandma. It’s fine as long as you show her how much you care for her. Everything else doesn’t matter, so you don’t have to care about it. Just paint whatever

you want.”

Nathan’s words reassured Suzanne greatly.

He continued, “Do you know how to imitate paintings?”

Suzanne replied, albeit in an uncertain manner, “Yeah, I guess. It’s easy to imitate other paintings.”

Nathan said reassuringly, “Then, you can imitate one of Inkwell’s paintings. The painting before us is an imitation, anyway.”

Suzanne knew that she had to do it no matter what. Left without a choice, she picked up a paintbrush and dipped it in the ink pot.

Her other hand slowly glided across the paper, moving to and fro three times in a row. She caressed the paper gently and carefully.

At that moment, someone piped up, “She even imitated Inkwell’s habit during the preparation stage. It seems that she’s planning on

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imitating Inkwell’s artwork.”

to seeing a wonderful performance. Others giddily waited for her to make a fool of herself.

interested in the performance at all. They continued mingling

with the ambiance in the banquet

good, long look at “An Ole to Fall”. Then, she put her paintbrush on paper without

stroke, those who had experience in painting were instantly astonished by her technique. They could

where to paint, so her brush strokes

head anymore after her first initial study of the painting.

need to think about the force needed in every stroke n length and width of the strokes

in the process,

the emergence of a masterpiece. Some of them even rubbed their eyes as they couldn’t believe what they were

Suzanne’s

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out their phones and tapped into Inkwell’s account on a streaming platform she frequented. Then, they played some of

a self-induced trance. She had no idea that

stood at the side silently, his gaze fixed on

face. She looked even more dazzling when she

on painting.

who had a unique flair in her charm. Those who

someone exclaimed in surprise,

one can fully replicate every detail of this masterpiece save for

Inkwell and Mrs. Horrison have a small mole

their habits and their painting styles are the

she’s no longer alive. That’s why

be able to meet Inkwell in person. What’s more shocking is