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.

son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might not be his biological

turned away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by

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

of Julie at three months old. The 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 squinted in laughter, her tummy squeezed by the small top, looking like three rubber rings stacked on

was reminiscent of an angel.

seeing the picture, Julie’s eyes widened in shock. After about half a minute of silence, she turned to

Mrs. Hernandez’s expression, it was clear that a storm was brewing. Mr. Hernandez nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as a wedding gift when we got our marriage certificate.”

“Give me the

head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started the car.

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

sat back in her

grumbling, “If we wait any longer, it’ll

get excited, and if I get excited, I can’t

Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head.

Julie

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

entered the town, the distinct scent of earth filled the air

Sycamore Village. The village was tranquil at

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

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, “What kind of flowers

the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we

yet late, and many tourists were taking pictures around

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

grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with a cúrious gaze, “Are

She patted the

like?” The boy was

roses. There was an ancient

nodded

for a moment and then began, “In the court, the lilies stand tall and fair, by

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

Ivan, then joked, “Your dad sure is cultured! And your

on TV

mischievous thing,” Julie replied, playfully adjusting the boy’s scarf.

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

out from under