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.”

people who looked forward to

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

continued interweaving with

a good, long look at “An Ole to Fall”. Then, she put her paintbrush

in painting were instantly astonished by her technique. They could tell that

where to

initial study of the painting.

about the force needed in every stroke n

in the process, leading to her increasing her

were shocked by the emergence of a masterpiece. Some of

Suzanne’s

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

into a self-induced trance. She had no idea that everyone around her was starting

at the side silently,

even more dazzling when

on painting.

an incredibly talented young woman who had a unique flair in her charm. Those who laid their eyes on her could never avert their gazes, for she was too beautiful

someone exclaimed in surprise, “Holy shit!

made the connection as well! No one can fully replicate every detail of this masterpiece save for

Inkwell and Mrs. Horrison have a small mole

and their painting styles

went missing three years ago. Rumors claim that she’s no longer alive. That’s why

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