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.

kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the

over to stop her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message. Kieran,

Julie’s

was a set of artistic photos of 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,

the tub was reminiscent of an angel.

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

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

“Give me the wallet!”

He quickly buckled up

sternly warned, “Honey, don’t. Our

Julie sat back

“If we

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

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

it! Julie swatted his hand

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

the distinct scent of earth filled

Village. The village

from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road

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

almost halfway out of the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall

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

parked the car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and

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

intermingled beautifully. She patted

like?” The

his coat, “I quite like roses. There was an

boy nodded

thought for a moment and then began, “In the court, the lilies stand tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus blossoms

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

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

pouted, “I heard on TV that

a mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting the

white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man