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

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

Julie’s

quality was bad, yet 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

tub was reminiscent of

Julie’s eyes widened in shock. After about half a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How did you get

his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as a

her hand, “Give me

quickly buckled up and started

he sternly warned, “Honey, don’t. Our son

pull over!” Julie sat back in

grumbling, “If we wait any longer,

and if I get excited, I can’t control

suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently

like it! Julie swatted his

was just long enough for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke

entered the town, the distinct scent of

village was tranquil

a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight

fields of flowers, 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 flowers are those?”

she turned to Kieran and suggested,

was not yet late, and many tourists were taking pictures around the flower fields.

suggestion. Kieran parked the car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt

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

yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She

you like?” The boy was

“I quite like roses. There was an ancient poet about

boy nodded

“In the court, the lilies stand tall and fair, by the

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

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

heard on TV

mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting the

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