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.

only son and kept my childhood picture in his

from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the

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

incredibly adorable. She was dressed in a red halter top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful

tub was reminiscent of an

After about half a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How did

was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me

“Give me the

refusing. He quickly buckled up and started

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

Julie sat back

“If we wait any

get excited, and if I get excited, I can’t

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

like it! Julie swatted

was just long enough for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant

town, the distinct scent

Village. The village was tranquil at night,

the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a

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 at the vibrant flower fields, and asked, “What kind of flowers

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

were taking pictures around the flower

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

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

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

flower do you like?”

There was an ancient poet about

nodded eagerly.

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

of spring, only the roses are the truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed in from

scarf around Ivan, then joked, “Your dad sure

on TV that this

mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting

around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully adjusting the scarf for her, then pulled her long