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 a wonderful performance.

performance at all. They continued mingling amongst themselves in

with the ambiance in the banquet

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

her first stroke, those who had experience in painting were

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

never raised her head anymore after her first initial study of the painting. It was as though she had developed muscle memory on how

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

immersed herself in the process, leading to her increasing

onlookers were flabbergasted as they watched Suzanne paint. They were shocked by the emergence of a masterpiece. Some of them even rubbed their eyes

even found Suzanne’s performance

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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,

more dazzling

on painting.

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

in surprise, “Holy

No one can fully replicate every detail of this masterpiece save for Inkwell