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

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 had already received the picture.

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

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

pose in the tub was

silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How

nervously retracted his neck, responding, “Your sister gave it to me as

hand, “Give me

quickly buckled up and started

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

sat back in her

car seat, grumbling, “If we

get

sensible suggestion. Kieran reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head.

like it! Julie swatted his

just long enough for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke up, they seaside town unlike any other, not reliant on fishing for its

distinct scent

village was tranquil at night, a

the asphalt road. Entering the rusty gate, a straight road stretched out before them,

was the sea. When Julie rolled down the car window, she could faintly hear the gentle crashing of waves,

window, she turned to Kieran

was not yet late, and many tourists were taking pictures around the flower

Kieran parked the car by the roadside and Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt

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 all called

intermingled beautifully. She patted the

like?” The boy was

There was an ancient poet about it. Want

boy nodded

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

blossoming and dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed in from behind her, handing her a white

then joked, “Your dad

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

Julie replied, playfully adjusting

a white mink scarf was wrapped around her neck: The man lowered

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