Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 273

Julie took another careful look at the man, finally settling her gaze on his arm. “Why are you keeping your hand in your pocket?” she asked.

“Think about it, did Zenith do something similar?” Kieran prompted Julie.

Julie started to recall her recent encounter with Zenith. Indeed, when Zenith stood up he had a similar habitual movement of sliding his hand into his pocket.

This common and simple action didn’t attract Julie’s attention at the time, so she didn’t think much of it. But now that Kieran singled it out, it must be significant. So, she looked at him expectantly and asked, “Zenith did the same thing when he stood up, so what? What does it prove?”

Kieran suddenly took out his wallet and handed it to Julie. “Hold this for me.”

Julie didn’t know what Kieran was up to, but she took what he handed her.

“Don’t move!” Kieran stared at Julie.

Julie was startled and froze in place.

Then he spoke, “Look at which hand you’re using to hold the wallet.”

Julie looked down to see her right hand holding his wallet. She didn’t understand his intentions, so she asked, “And then?”

“When a person’s hands are free, and someone else hands them something, a right-handed person would reflexively extend their right hand without hesitation. Meanwhile, a left-handed person would instinctively use their left hand,” explained Kieran.

Julie listened attentively.

Kieran continued, “The fact is that Lucian is left-handed. The last time we played golf, he skillfully used his right hand. I couldn’t spot any flaws. He hid it perfectly, not at all like a lefty., However, this time when Dahlia reached out for his help, he should have extended his right hand without hesitation. But he reflexively reached out with his left hand. His movement then was to partially pull his left hand out of his pocket, then put it back, and then extend his right hand as if nothing happened. What does this tell us?”

“Zenith is trying to hide the fact that he’s left-handed?” Julie asked, her face lighting up with excitement, similar to the feeling of solving a complex math problem in her childhood, even a sense of accomplishment.

Kieran nodded, “Whether he’s left-handed or not, it’s clear that he’s trying to hide his left hand, or the fact that he’s left-handed, or both. Do you remember which hand he used to grab the nail clippers?”

Juke remembered that very clearly, as she was standing in front of the coffee table when Zenith was clipping his nails and saw his every move. Zenith held the nail clippers with his right hand. The clipped nail was from his left thumb. So…

arrived was to hide his left hand?” Julie quickly took out the nail wrapped in a tissue and placed it in front

not, we can have Quad Dylan verify it when we get back,” he held her hand, already certain of the verification

nail to Quad Dylan

forward, walking side by side

a large field of flowers came into view, and Julie’s

towards it, looking at the lovely wooden sign that read ‘Primrose Field’ in big letters.

looking at the beautiful little

were white, blue, pink, yellow, orange, and beautiful purple ones. Arranged in a field, they looked like

squatted down with Julie and answered, “Yes, primroses.

be as eye-catching as a rose, when arranged in a field, they were incredibly beautiful. The vitality within them was

walked along the path in the flower field with a smile on her face. Kieran, in

seaside if we continue walking,”

her gaze to see two bees hovering over a flower. The flower

language of this flower?” Kieran suddenly leaned into Julie’s ear and asked

look at him, “Does it have one? What

arm around her waist. To anyone watching, they were the picture of

Julie pushed his hand away and didn’t dwell on

field, with the bright sunshine behind her. She took out her phone and started to take pictures of the beautiful flowers. Kieran, whose hand was in his down jacket pocket,

took out his phone and snapped a few shots.

photo, a smile spread across Kieran’s face. He seemed very satisfied with the picture. He put his

butterfly was dancing and chasing on the white primroses, creating a breathtaking scene Kieran, who had somehow walked behind her, quietly watched

tapping on the image of a butterfly on her phone screen, and asked, “Isn’t

her delicate face, nodding

talking about the butterfly!”

as beautiful as

the shutter as if capturing the scenery. She

to be a poster boy. As she was admiring the image, a low,

ocean waves hitting the

phone, turning towards him in surprise,