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.

picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo

over to stop her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the seatbelt, tried to

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

in a red halter top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful eyes were squinted in laughter, her tummy squeezed by the small top, looking like three rubber rings stacked

tub was reminiscent

minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How did you get this picture?”

Hernandez’s expression, it was clear that a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it

“Give me the

his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started

grab the wallet, but he sternly warned, “Honey, don’t. Our son is in the carl If

pull over!” Julie sat back in her seat, resigned.

grumbling, “If we wait any longer, it’ll be dark.”

and if I get excited, I can’t

a sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good girl, hand it

it! Julie

for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke

town, the distinct scent of

Sycamore Village. The village was tranquil

town was like an illustration from a fairy tale, a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road stretched out

Julie rolled down the car window, she could faintly hear the gentle

almost halfway out of the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we park

yet late, and many tourists were taking pictures around the flower fields. The street

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

reached out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with a cúrious

She patted the

like?” The boy was

down, adjusting his coat, “I quite like roses. There was

boy nodded eagerly.

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

truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed in from

the scarf around Ivan, then joked, “Your dad

“I heard on TV that

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

a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The