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.

said, “I thought I was Kerry’s only son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might not be his biological

out her phone to receive the message. Kieran swiftly reached over to stop her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the seatbelt, tried to unbuckle it, but the

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

matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black

tub was

picture, Julie’s eyes widened in shock. After about half a minute of silence, she turned

Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave

extended her hand, “Give me the wallet!”

shook his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started

but he sternly warned, “Honey, don’t. Our son is

over!” Julie sat back in her

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

get excited, I

a sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head.

it! Julie swatted his hand away.

he woke up, they seaside town unlike any

they entered the town, the distinct

The village was

a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight

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 carrying a salty tang. Ivan’s head peeked out curiously, pointing

car window, she turned

late, and many tourists were taking pictures around the flower fields. The street lamps cast long, romantic shadows.

parked the car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and dashed off. Julie quickly followed, calling out, “Slow down.”

grab a hold

at the flower garden where purple, white, and yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head, “Yes. These

you like?” The boy

quite like roses. There was an ancient poet

boy nodded eagerly.

the lilies stand tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus blossoms without care…

blossoming and dazzling all

dad sure is cultured!

boy pouted, “I heard on TV that

a mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting the boy’s

soon as she stood up, a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully