Love’s Cunning Ruse

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.

only son and kept my childhood picture in his

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

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

top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful eyes were squinted in

pose in the tub was

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

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

her hand, “Give me the

head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started

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

back in her seat, resigned.

his car seat, grumbling, “If we

if I get excited,

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

more like it! Julie swatted his hand

for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke up, they seaside town

the distinct scent of earth

at Sycamore Village. The village

it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a

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,

car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we park and take a

around the flower fields. The street lamps cast

the car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and dashed off. Julie quickly followed, calling

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

intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head, “Yes. These are the favorite

you like?”

There was an ancient poet about it. Want to hear it?”

boy nodded

court, the lilies stand tall

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

“Your dad sure is cultured! And

TV that this is called ‘being

thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting the

wrapped around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully adjusting

from