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.”

the guests watched Suzanne’s every move intently. There were people who looked forward to seeing

guests who weren’t interested in the performance at all. They

continued interweaving with the ambiance in the

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

those who had experience in painting were instantly astonished by her technique.

knew exactly where to paint, so her brush

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

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

process, leading

shocked by the emergence of a masterpiece. Some of them even rubbed

found Suzanne’s

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

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

at the side silently, his

She looked even more dazzling

on painting.

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

exclaimed in surprise, “Holy shit!

replicate every detail of this masterpiece save for Inkwell herself! This