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.

my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might not be his biological

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

Julie’s back, staring blankly at the picture on

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

pose in the tub was

about half a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the

a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave

her hand, “Give me the wallet!”

He quickly buckled up and started the

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

Julie sat back in her

leaned against his car seat, grumbling, “If we wait any

and if I get excited, I can’t

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

it! Julie swatted his hand away.

he woke

the town, the distinct scent of earth

village was tranquil

gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road stretched out before them, warmly lit

side of the road 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 vibrant flower fields, and asked, “What kind of flowers are

halfway out of the car window, she turned to Kieran and

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

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

he ran back to her side. He reached out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with a cúrious gaze, “Are these purple, white, and yellow flowers all

She patted the young boy’s

like?” The boy was

crouched down, adjusting his coat, “I quite like roses. There

nodded

the lilies stand tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus blossoms without

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

“Your dad sure is cultured! And your mom

young boy pouted, “I heard on TV that this is

mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting the boy’s

was wrapped around her neck: The