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.”

guests watched Suzanne’s every move intently. There were people who looked forward to seeing a wonderful performance. Others giddily

were some guests who weren’t interested in the performance at all. They continued mingling

piano music continued interweaving with

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

her first stroke, those who had experience in painting were instantly

strokes were firm and controlled. She knew exactly where to paint, so her brush strokes didn’t come out sloppy.

raised her head anymore after her first initial study of the painting. It was as though she had developed muscle

about the force needed in every stroke n

immersed herself in the process, leading to her increasing

were shocked by the emergence of a masterpiece. Some of

even found Suzanne’s performance incredible. They

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a streaming platform she frequented. Then, they played some

trance. She had no idea that everyone around her was starting

the side silently, his gaze fixed

even more dazzling

on painting.

she resembled an incredibly talented young woman who had a unique flair in her charm. Those who laid their eyes on

someone exclaimed in surprise, “Holy shit! She’s

one can fully replicate every detail of

Inkwell and Mrs. Horrison have a small mole on the back of their right hands!”

their painting styles are the

longer alive. That’s why the

thought I’d be able to meet Inkwell in person. What’s more shocking