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.

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

away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the seatbelt, tried to unbuckle it, but the quick-witted woman had already

space. Kieran leaned on Julie’s back, staring

a red halter top and matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful eyes were squinted in laughter, her tummy

tub was reminiscent

of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How did you get

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

her hand, “Give

head, refusing. He quickly buckled

to grab the wallet, but he sternly warned, “Honey,

over!” Julie sat back in her seat, resigned.

seat, grumbling, “If we

I get excited, I

out and gently stroked

it! Julie swatted his

woke up, they seaside town unlike

the distinct scent of earth filled the

Village. The village was tranquil

a large iron gate separating it from the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight

either 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

of the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested,

taking pictures around the flower fields. The street

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

He reached out to grab a

gazed at the flower garden where purple, white, and yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head,

flower do you like?” The boy

crouched down, adjusting his coat, “I quite like roses. There

boy nodded eagerly.

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

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

joked, “Your dad sure

young boy pouted, “I heard on TV that this

Julie replied, playfully adjusting the boy’s scarf.

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

from under