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.

“I thought I was Kerry’s only son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time. But the photo was yours! I might

her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the seatbelt, tried to unbuckle it,

space. Kieran leaned on Julie’s back,

and matching shorts, sitting in

pose in the tub was reminiscent of an angel.

silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the

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

extended her hand, “Give

his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up and started

wallet, but he sternly warned, “Honey, don’t. Our

pull over!” Julie sat back in

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

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

a sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good girl, hand it over

like it! Julie swatted

to take a nap. When he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant

the distinct scent of earth filled the

Sycamore Village. The village was tranquil at

it from the asphalt road.

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

she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we park

not yet late, and many tourists were taking pictures around the flower fields. The street

the car by the roadside and Ivan immediately

he immediately settled down, giggling as 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

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

flower do you like?” The

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

boy nodded

lilies stand tall and fair, by the pond, the lotus blossoms without care… what

truly beauty, blossoming and dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed

then joked, “Your dad sure is

young boy pouted, “I heard on TV that

Julie replied, playfully

a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered his head, carefully

out from under it.