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.”

watched Suzanne’s every move intently. There were people who looked forward to seeing a wonderful performance. Others giddily waited for her to make a fool of herself.

weren’t interested in the performance at all. They continued mingling

beautiful piano music continued interweaving with the

Fall”. Then, she put

who had experience in painting were instantly

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

study of the painting. It was

the force needed in every stroke n length and width of the strokes she

the process, leading to

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

found Suzanne’s performance incredible.

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a streaming platform she frequented. Then, they played some of her videos and compared them to

had already gone into a self-induced trance. She had no idea that everyone around her

side silently, his gaze fixed on Suzanne’s

face. She looked even more dazzling when

on painting.

had a unique flair in her charm. Those who laid their eyes on her could never avert their gazes, for she was too beautiful and eye-

someone exclaimed in surprise, “Holy shit!

No one can fully replicate every detail

and Mrs. Horrison have a small mole on the back of their

their habits and their painting styles are

she’s no longer alive. That’s why the value of her paintings keeps

meet Inkwell in person. What’s more shocking is the fact that she’s such a