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.

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

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

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

incredibly adorable. She was dressed 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 on top of

the tub was

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

Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding,

“Give

head, refusing. He quickly

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

sat back in her seat, resigned.

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

I get excited, I

and gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good girl,

Julie swatted his hand away.

nap. When he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on fishing

town, the distinct scent of

village was tranquil at night, a

illustration from a fairy tale, a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road.

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

Ivan almost halfway out of the car window, she turned to Kieran and

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

car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled

moment Ivan heard Julie’s voice, he immediately settled down, giggling as he ran back to her side. He reached out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with a cúrious gaze, “Are these purple,

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

flower do you like?” The boy

quite like roses. There was

nodded

tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus

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

dad sure

“I heard on TV that this

thing,” Julie replied,

mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered