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.

picture in

away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the

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

dressed in a red halter top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against

pose in the tub was reminiscent of an angel.

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

it was clear that a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as a wedding

her hand, “Give

He quickly buckled up and

sternly warned, “Honey, don’t.

over!” Julie sat back

seat, grumbling, “If

and if I get excited, I can’t

sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good

it! Julie swatted

he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on

they entered the town, the distinct scent of earth filled

village was

illustration from a fairy tale, a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road stretched out before them,

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

car window, she turned to

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

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

giggling as 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 called

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

do you like?” The boy was

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

nodded eagerly.

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

dazzling all people.” Kieran

joked, “Your dad sure

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thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting

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