Love’s Cunning Ruse

Chapter 30

Kieran was being a total jerk, just as expected. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Julie tried to pull away from Kieran’s grip on her chin but couldn’t fight against his strength. So she gave up.

She, instead, stared at him with bright eyes and a sarcastic smile, “So, tell me, how much is all this stuff you taught me worth?”

He released her chin, sat down, and stared right into Julie’s eyes, “How much do you have?”

“I lost my only job and have no income. Aren’t I looking for a new beau? If I find one, it depends on how much he’s willing to spend on me. Right now, it’s your fault I can’t get my hands on any money because you’ve messed up my plans”

Julie was like a little wildcat with claws, who used to be docile towards Kieran, but now she was more like a prickly hedgehog, ready to spike at anyone

who came near

Kieran followed her gaze, then suddenly turned to look at Julie. “Need help finding a job?”

She didn’t believe he would be that kind.

In Kieran’s mind, the proud Julie would refuse him arrogantly.

But, to his surprise, a small smile spread across her face. She looked at him gently and said, “Sure! If Mr. Hernandez wants to do a good deed, find me a high–paying job that doesn’t require much work. I’d be so very grateful!”

Pride was something Julie used to have. But after all the years of hardship, she realized that only those who were alive had the privilege to talk about pride.

So, when she said this, there was little hesitation in her voice.

Kieran turned back, glaring at Julie, slowly echoing her words, “High pay, minimal work…”

“Would you like to be my bedmate?” He asked.

Julie looked at Kieran, laughed, and gave him a sound slap on the face.

The crisp sound sent chills down Karl’s spine, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“I thought you were just cold–hearted, but you’re also a jerk.” Julie stared at Kieran, “This slap is overdue; I should have given you this five years ago.”

With that, Julie opened the car door and slammed it shut.

But as she turned around, her eyes reddened.

She thought that slapping Kieran would make her feel better. But why did it feel like there was a hole in her heart that was causing all sorts of

discomfort?

Inside the car, Kieran, who just got slapped, suddenly laughed.

Karl was at a loss for words

Ms. Abraham’s slap was so powerful that it seemed to have knocked Mr. Hernandez silly.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Karl coughed and gathered his courage to tell Kieran, “Mr. Hernandez, the young master’s teacher called; they asked you to come to school.”

“Hmm.” Kieran replied indifferently.

In the principals office at Ocean Breeze International Kindergarten, a little boy, about five or six, was sitting in the principal’s seat, looking all important. He was wearing a white shirt paired with a black vest, his feet were crossed, and he was humming an unknown nursery rhyme.

The boy’s uniform made him look quite dashing.

As soon as Kieran pushed open the door to the principal’s office, he saw the little boy clumsily spinning around in the office chair. Then the boy turned to Kieran with a smile, showing off his cute little canines, saying, “Kerry, you’re finally here!”