Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 249

Kieran, "The task is a piece of cake for you and won't take up much of your time."

"I don't want to help!"

"Are you sure you don't want to help?"

"I'm positive!"

"Let me ask again, you sure you don't want to lend a hand?"

"I'm sure I don't!"

"What do you feel like eating tonight?"

"Ceviche." After saying this, Dylan slapped himself. "No, I decided not to eat! I have principles!"

Dylan then picked up the menu to cover his face, knowing from a young age that Kieran was a crafty one; especially when he was being overly generous, one had to be extra cautious.

"Alright, I'll make ceviche for you tonight." Kieran took the menu from Dylan's hands and said, "Help me book a reliable psychologist."

"A psychologist?" Dylan asked in surprise. "Who needs a psychologist?"

"Me."

Dylan lit up immediately, staring into Kieran's eyes. "You need a psychologist? Look no further, I'm a psychologist, capable of tackling all kinds of mental issues. I have an official certificate to prove it, I'm extremely professional, and you can trust me. Since we're pals, I can give you a discount, spill it, what's been bothering you?"

"I asked you to find me a 'reliable' psychologist."

"I'm not just reliable, I'm super reliable, with exceptional professional skills," Dylan said, keeping a steady gaze on Kieran, observing his every move. After a careful examination, he furrowed his brows slightly. "You're speaking hastily, holding things close to your chest as if to maintain distance. These are signs of anxiety. All your features are drawn to the center of your face, indicating disgust. You're anxious and disgusted, and you're looking for a psychologist, let me guess..."

"And you, you're furrowing your brows, showing confidence? Do you really think you can guess why I need a psychologist?" Kieran tapped on the table and said, "Let's make a bet. If you guess right, I'll make you dinner every day for a week. If you're wrong, you'll have to go on a blind date, deal?"

If it was anyone else, Dylan would have agreed without a second thought. But facing the crafty Kieran, Dylan dared not to agree hastily.

"Do you really think I'm the type of person to do such boring stuff?" Dylan pointed at Kieran and said, "I will find you a psychologist, and you're still making me ceviche tonight, plus I'm ordering at least four dishes."

"Deal."

Dylan pulled out his phone to looked up a number, while Kieran reminded him, "Make sure to keep me anonymous, I'll do a phone consultation."

"I got it!" Dylan dialed a number on his phone, exchanged a few words with the person on the other end, then hung up.

"I'll give you his number," Dylan said, giving Kieran a string of numbers. "Just so you know, Taylor is an expert in relationship counseling."

"That's great."

"What? Is it really about a relationship problem?" Dylan indicated that he only mentioned relationship counseling to play around with Kieran; he didn't expect Kieran to actually have relationship issues.

Dylan was surprised and grabbed Kieran's sleeve. "Didn't you and your wife make up already? How come there are relationship issues again? Aren't you two being a bit too dramatic? It's easy to please a woman. Either buy her stuff and max out your card, or just cuddle and sleep... wait, hahaha, I think I just figured out something big."

Kieran gave Dylan a glare. "Shut up!"

"Kieran, let me tell you, men shouldn't bottle up their problems! In my opinion, seeing a psychologist won't help, you need to seek a professional. Here, take this number. It's a specialist." Dylan scrolled through his phone and handed Kieran a number.

Kieran took a glance, the note under the number read. Dr. Smith, Head of Urology.

Kieran picked up a menu and threw it at Dylan's face. "Ceviche?! You better prepare for a Dylan stew tonight!"

"My meat isn't that tasty." Dylan tossed the menu off his face and pointed at Dr. Smith's number on his phone and said to Kieran. "Kieran, I'm serious, this is a medical issue, and the sooner you deal with it, the better. I just want to ask, after you and your wife made up, did you guys have a normal marital life?"

"As the president of the Single People's Care Association, I also want to ask, did you want to find a partner to end your single life?"

This heartless guy! Dylan quickly caught up and said, "Kieran, I'm genuinely concerned about you, did anything happen that night you got drunk? Does seeing your wife remind you of your hand?"

Dylan quickly followed. "Kieran, don't be shy, I'm a professional psychologist. By the way, Kieran, where are you going?"

Kieran pulled out his phone.