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

her phone 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

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

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

was reminiscent of an angel.

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

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

her hand, “Give me the wallet!”

shook his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up

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

Julie sat back

“If

I get excited, I can’t

gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good girl,

it! Julie swatted his

a nap. When he woke up, they seaside

town, the distinct

Sycamore Village. The village was

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

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 are

Seeing Ivan almost halfway out of the car window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we

pictures around the flower

roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and dashed off.

ran back to her side. He reached out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at her with

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

like?” The boy

quite like roses. There was an ancient poet about it. Want to hear

nodded

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

the beauty of spring, only the roses are the truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed in from behind her, handing her a white scarf.

then joked, “Your dad sure is cultured! And

on TV that this is called ‘being lovey-dovey”.”

Julie replied, playfully adjusting the

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

out from