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.

kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might

to receive 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 unbuckle it, but the quick-witted woman

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

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

in the tub was

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

was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as a wedding gift when we got our marriage

hand, “Give me the wallet!”

head, refusing. He quickly buckled up

sternly warned, “Honey, don’t. Our son is in the carl If you touch

Julie sat back in her

“If we wait any

and if I get excited,

a sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently

Julie swatted his

When he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on fishing for its

distinct scent

The village was tranquil at

illustration from a fairy tale, a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the

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 flower fields, and asked,

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

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

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

out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with a cúrious gaze, “Are these purple, white, and yellow

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

do you like?”

adjusting his coat, “I quite like roses. There was an

boy nodded eagerly.

the lilies stand tall and

the beauty of spring, only the roses are the truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling

dad sure is cultured! And your mom is

pouted, “I heard on TV that this is called ‘being lovey-dovey”.”

a mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting

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

out from