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.”

the phone screen. She found the W heard it somewhere before.

side of the call,

temper with

nod, said softly, “Perhaps you should

Julie’s gaze at Kieran was sharp enough to slice. Her patience was wearing thin.

hair as if she were

the screen, he said, “Silly, this is

stunned for a good ten seconds

was then Camilla lifted her head and beamed at Julie, “Did

she almost went

Kieran and

expression turned to one

popped into view on the screen. A tuft of hair belonging to a little one trying to snatch the cupcake.

the child and pointed at the screen, “Phoebe,

from the shape of her face to her mouth and even her ears-just like a miniature

but their mannerisms and speech could seem similar at times. Bertha was elegant and graceful. Camilla,

was just staring blankly at

Phoebe’s shoulder, “Sweetie, why don’t you go sit on the couch and enjoy your cupcake?”

came up

spoke to Kieran on the other end of the video call, “Phoebe is still the

efforts,” Kieran said, ending the

then did Julie turn to look at Kieran, “What’s

Julie in his arms as if recalling a memory. “Last

with autism once, while she worked at a

communicate, delayed speech development, repetitive behavior, and a significant limitation in activities and interests.

communicate, they hear but seem to ignore, they act but often against your wishes… With no explanation at hand, they are called “children of

smart. She can speak multiple languages, but never uses language to communicate with others. Sometimes she locks herself in her room, talking to herself, and