Love’s Cunning Ruse ( Mr.Kieran And Julie )

Chapter 270

“You have pictures of me as a child?” Julie, seated in the passenger seat, pondered for a while before deciding to clear up this matter, driven by her unshakeable curiosity. “Which picture of me did you keep?”

“Your son is spouting nonsense!” Kieran, with his hands firmly on the steering wheel, responded sternly.

Their traitorous son, sitting in the back seat, leaned forward to whisper into Julie’s ear, “Mom, I swear I’m not lying. The picture is in Kerry’s wallet. Check it out if you

don’t believe me.”

“Really?” Julie asked.

Ivan firmly replied, “Really.”

Kieran said, “No.”

Ultimately, Julie chose to trust her son. She asked Kieran, “Where’s your wallet?”

“I didn’t bring it.”

“It’s in Kerry’s pocket.” The little turncoat pointed at the bulge in Kieran’s pocket.

Just as Kieran was about to start the car, his foot already on the accelerator, he quickly covered his pocket, a clear giveaway of Ivan’s statement. It was the most blatant act of guilt Mr. Hemandez had ever displayed.

This practically confirmed Julie’s suspicion that Kieran’s wallet, and the picture within, were indeed in his pocket.

“Let go.” Julie sternly grabbed his hand, her gaze unwavering as she stared into his deep eyes, intent on overpowering him with her gaze.

Ivan in the back seat was laughing heartily. Kieran turned to glare at his son, calling him a “traitor.”

Ivan was unfazed by the accusation. Instead, he pointed at his father’s pocket, his gaze comforting. “Kerry, don’t worry. Mom won’t divorce you over this, just let her take a look!”

Kieran shot Ivan a glance. Ivan immediately backed down.

He gently patted Julie’s shoulder, meekly suggesting, “Mom, our teacher said everyone has privacy and we should respect that. If Kerry doesn’t want to show you, then you shouldn’t insist.”

Mr. Hernandez felt relief. Finally, his son’was showing some resemblance to himself.

But just as Mr. Hernandez was embracing this sentiment…

“I took a picture with my phone anyway. I’ll send it to you!” With that, Ivan quickly pulled out his phone, efficiently navigated to Julie’s contact in his messaging app, and sent her the cherished picture.

I was Kerry’s only son and kept my childhood picture in his

her phone to receive the message. Kieran swiftly reached over to stop her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message.

the space. Kieran leaned on Julie’s back, staring blankly at the picture on

She was dressed in a red halter top and matching shorts, sitting in

tub was reminiscent of

a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture.

Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as a wedding gift when we got

her hand, “Give me the

his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started the car.

warned, “Honey, don’t. Our son is in the carl If you touch

back

leaned against his car seat, grumbling, “If we wait any longer, it’ll be

if I get

sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked

it! Julie

he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on fishing for

distinct scent

The village was tranquil

asphalt road.

the road were heat fields of flowers, with an old lamp placed at regular intervals. Under the hazy moonlight, the scene was dreamlike. Beyond the flower fields was the sea. When Julie rolled down the car window, she could faintly hear the gentle crashing of waves, the air

almost halfway out of the car window, she turned

pictures around the flower fields. The street lamps cast long, romantic

car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and dashed off. Julie quickly followed,

He reached out to grab

flower garden where purple, white, and yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young

flower do you like?” The

coat, “I quite like roses. There was an ancient poet about it. Want

boy nodded eagerly.

a moment and then began, “In the court, the lilies stand tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus blossoms without care… what was

the roses are the truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed in from behind her,

scarf around Ivan, then joked, “Your dad

boy pouted, “I heard on TV that this is called ‘being

thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting

mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The