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.

in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might not

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 quick-witted woman had already received the picture.

space. Kieran leaned on Julie’s back,

halter top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful eyes were squinted in laughter, her

in the tub was

shock. After about half a minute of silence, she

was clear that a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck,

extended her hand, “Give

He quickly buckled

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

back

seat, grumbling, “If we wait

get excited, I can’t

sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked

more like it! Julie

enough for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke up, they seaside

they entered the town, the distinct scent of earth filled the

at Sycamore Village. The village

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

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

car window, she

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

parked the car by the roadside and Ivan

out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up

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

do you like?” The

down, adjusting his coat, “I quite like roses. There was an ancient poet about it. Want to hear it?”

nodded

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

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

wrapped the scarf around Ivan, then joked, “Your dad sure is cultured! And your mom

pouted, “I heard on TV that this is

replied,

she stood up, a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered