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 wallet

phone 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

Kieran leaned on Julie’s

Julie at three months old. The image 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

in the tub was reminiscent

silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How did you

was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as a wedding gift when we

extended her hand, “Give me the

refusing. He quickly buckled

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

Julie sat back in her seat, resigned.

seat, grumbling, “If we wait any

if I get excited, I can’t

Kieran reached out and gently stroked

like it! Julie swatted his hand away.

he woke

the town, the distinct scent of earth filled the

at Sycamore Village. The village was tranquil at

asphalt road. Entering

were heat 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

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

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

by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and dashed off. Julie quickly followed, calling out, “Slow down.”

to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at

purple, white, and yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head, “Yes. These are the favorite flowers of your father!”

like?” The boy was curious.

his coat, “I quite like roses. There was an ancient poet about it. Want to

boy nodded eagerly.

moment and then began, “In the court, the lilies stand tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus blossoms without

are the truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all people.”

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

on TV

mischievous thing,” Julie replied,

she stood up, a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully adjusting the scarf for her, then pulled her long