Love’s Cunning Ruse ( Mr.Kieran And Julie )

She delicately held the cupcake in her hand, its frosting artfully swirled and topped with a fresh strawberry. Her fingers contrasted with the vibrant sweetness, and her softly curled hair was gathered into a low bun, with a few tendrils caressing her ears, adorned with pale pink teardrop pearl earrings. She wore a thin, white knitted sweater with a delicate openwork pattern that, despite its loose fit, accentuated her graceful figure. Her beauty was distinct, not the sultry kind that Adeline possessed with an almost aggressive allure, nor the austere elegance of a Julien. It was a clean, distinguished elegance that resonated with a unique quality.

From another woman’s perspective, like Julie’s, her allure was undeniable, and her voice… it was the kind that soothed the soul.

At that moment, Julie was leaning against Kieran’s back, looking at the screen that displayed the woman.

Kieran, for his part, didn’t expect Julie to be there at that moment, let alone to be leaning so affectionately against him. So when he turned his head, his expression was one of mild surprise.

Julie, who had been resting on Kieran’s back, slowly let go of his shoulder. Kieran was about to explain when Julie, with a smile, took the phone from the screen and, still smiling, said, “What a pretty cupcake. Maybe you could make one for me when you get back?”

Kieran was at a loss for words.

The woman, hearing Julie’s voice, looked up, clearly not expecting to see her suddenly, and after a moment’s pause, she smiled and nodded, “If you don’t mind.”

Julie laughed while holding the phone, “Mind? With such a gorgeous cupcake and a beautiful lady, how could I?”

She then moved in front of Kieran, playfully sitting on his lap, her arm around his shoulder and the phone in her other hand. The screen now showed both Kieran and Julie.

Julie turned to Kieran with a smile and said, “What do you think, Mr. Hernandez?”

It seemed to be the first time Mrs. Hernandez had taken such an initiative, and at that moment, Mr. Hernandez was still pleasantly shocked by his wife. When Julie turned to look at him, he was staring at her, seemingly lost in thought and not responding. Julie prodded him, “Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

The background of the video call and the intimacy of their conversation suggested that this wasn’t their first chat, and they must have been quite familiar with each other for a while.

Hence Julie’s question to Kieran.

But before Kieran could answer, she chuckled and said, “You must be Joyce, right?”

With the memory of Annalise Hansen fresh in her mind, Julie took another look at her, half expecting another twist like Kieran having an aunt she didn’t know. But confirming no resemblance to Annalise, Julie nodded, a bit stiffly, “And you are?”

“I’m sorry to meet you like this,” she said with a timid smile, “I think Kieran should have told you about me sooner, but we didn’t want to burden you, so! didn’t introduce myself.”

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realized why the voice seemed familiar. She had overheard Kieran

Julie’s expression turned to one of mild embarrassment.

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the treat to the child and pointed at the screen, “Phoebe,

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could seem similar at times. Bertha was elegant and graceful. Camilla, on

turning around, was just staring blankly at the cupcake in her hand,

“Sweetie, why don’t you go sit on the couch and

housekeeper came up and led

video call, “Phoebe is still the same, no improvement. I’ve

your efforts,” Kieran said, ending the video

did Julie turn to look at Kieran, “What’s wrong with Phoebe?”

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hear but seem to ignore, they act but often against your wishes… With no explanation at hand, they are called “children of the stars” – like

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