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.

did this, he said, “I thought I was Kerry’s only son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the

him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the seatbelt, tried to unbuckle it,

Kieran leaned on Julie’s back, staring blankly at the

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

was reminiscent

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

was clear that a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as

hand, “Give me the wallet!”

refusing. He quickly buckled up and started the

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

pull over!” Julie sat back in

seat, grumbling, “If we

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

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

like it! Julie swatted his

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

the town, the distinct scent of earth filled the air

village was

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

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

the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall

taking pictures around the

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

he immediately settled down, giggling as he ran back to her side. He reached out to grab a hold

pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head, “Yes. These are the favorite

flower do you like?” The boy was curious.

coat, “I quite like roses. There was

nodded

a moment and then began, “In the court, the lilies stand tall and

the roses are the truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all

Ivan, then joked, “Your dad sure is cultured! And your

boy pouted, “I heard on TV that this

mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully

scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully adjusting