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.

“I thought I was Kerry’s only son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I

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

space. Kieran leaned on Julie’s back, staring blankly at the picture on her

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 the small top, looking like three rubber rings stacked on top of

in the tub was reminiscent of an angel.

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

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

hand, “Give me

his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started

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

back in her

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

get excited, and if I get

reached out and gently stroked

Julie swatted his

take a nap. When he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on fishing for its livelihood.

town, the distinct scent of

Village. The village

the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road stretched out before them, warmly lit by yellow street

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

halfway out of the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we park and take

taking pictures around the flower fields.

roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and dashed

grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with a cúrious gaze,

yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young

do you like?”

roses. There

boy nodded eagerly.

court, the lilies stand tall and

dazzling all

dad sure

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

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

a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully adjusting the scarf for