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

message. Kieran swiftly reached over to stop her, but she skillfully turned away from him and opened the message. Kieran, restricted by the

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

matching shorts, sitting in a wooden tub against a black background. Her beautiful eyes were squinted in laughter, her tummy

in the tub was reminiscent of

widened in shock. After about half a minute of silence, she turned to Kieran, pointing

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

extended her hand, “Give me the

He quickly buckled up and started the

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

over!” Julie sat back in her seat,

leaned against his car seat, grumbling, “If we wait any

if I get excited,

gently stroked Julie’s head. “Good girl, hand it over

it! Julie swatted his hand

enough for Ivan to take a nap. When he woke

the distinct scent of earth filled the air

The village was tranquil at night, a

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

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 carrying

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

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

Ivan immediately unbuckled his seatbelt and

reached out to grab a hold offter sleeve, looking up at

flower garden where purple, white, and yellow pansies intermingled beautifully. She patted the young boy’s head, “Yes.

like?” The boy

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

boy nodded

lilies stand tall and

dazzling all people.” Kieran chimed in from behind her, handing

joked, “Your dad sure is cultured! And your mom is quite impressed!”

on TV that this

mischievous thing,” Julie replied,

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

from under