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.

said, “I thought I was Kerry’s only son and kept my childhood picture in his wallet all the time.

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

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

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

was reminiscent of an angel.

widened in shock. After about half a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing at the picture. “How did you get this

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

extended her hand, “Give me

his head, refusing. He quickly buckled up

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

sat back in her seat, resigned.

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

excited, and if I get excited,

reached out and gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good girl, hand

it! Julie swatted his hand

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

distinct scent of earth

village was

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

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

window, she turned to Kieran and suggested, “Shall we park and take a

around

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

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,

yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head,

do you like?”

There was an ancient poet about it. Want to

nodded eagerly.

began, “In the court, the lilies stand tall and fair, by the

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

dad sure is cultured! And your mom is quite impressed!”

heard on TV that this

Julie replied, playfully adjusting the boy’s scarf.

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

out from under it.