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…

hand in his pocket since we arrived was to hide his left hand?” Julie quickly took out the

Quad Dylan verify it when we

Julie decided to send the nail to Quad Dylan

walking side

field of flowers came into view, and Julie’s eyes focused.

it, looking at the lovely wooden sign that read

at the beautiful little plants, and turned to Kieran, “Is

were vibrant. There were white, blue, pink, yellow, orange, and beautiful purple ones. Arranged

down with Julie and answered, “Yes, primroses. They bloom

in a field, they were incredibly beautiful. The vitality within

with a smile

seaside if we continue

two bees hovering over a flower. The flower was not fragrant, yet it

this flower?” Kieran suddenly

“Does it have one? What is it?”

you,” he wrapped his arm around her waist.

he was teasing her, Julie pushed his hand away and didn’t dwell on the question. Instead, she ran deeper into the flower

She took out her phone and started to take pictures of the beautiful flowers. Kieran, whose

whim, he took out his phone and

woman in the photo, a smile spread across Kieran’s face. He seemed very satisfied with the picture. He put his phone back in his pocket and glanced at a nearby vendor, lost

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

soft smile, tapping on the image of a butterfly on her phone screen, and

on her delicate face, nodding in agreement, “Beautiful.”

about the butterfly!”

it’s not as beautiful as

her phone towards his face, swiftly pressing the shutter as if capturing

man captured on her phone screen was breathtakingly handsome, enough to be a poster boy. As she was admiring the image, a low, pleasant voice came from across the table. He

hitting

held her phone, turning towards him in surprise,