Love's Cunning Ruse novel 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?"

Julie 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...

"The reason he kept his hand in his pocket since we arrived was to hide his left hand?" Julie quickly took out the nail wrapped in a tissue and placed it in front of Kieran, asking, "So...you're saying this nail is fake?"

"Yes. Whether it's fake or not, we can have QuadDylan verify it when we get back," he held her hand, already certain of the verification result.

Still, Julie decided to send the nail to QuadDylan for verification.

She moved forward, walking side by side with Kieran.

Ahead, a large field of flowers came into view, and Julie's eyes focused.

She ran towards it, looking at the lovely wooden sign that read 'Primrose Field' in big letters.

She immediately squatted down, looking at the beautiful little plants, and turned to Kieran, "Is this primrose?"

The plants were tastefully arranged, and the flowers were vibrant. There were white, blue, pink, yellow, orange, and beautiful purple ones. Arranged in a field, they looked like a delicate and beautiful rainbow.

Kieran squatted down with Julie and answered, "Yes, primroses. They bloom for a long period."

While each flower might not be as eye-catching as a rose, when arranged in a field, they were incredibly beautiful. The vitality within them was awe-inspiring. They were growing quietly, without arrogance or impatience.

Wrapped in her beige cotton coat, Julie walked along the path in the flower field with a smile on her face. Kieran, in his white down jacket, followed her quietly.

"We'll reach the seaside if we continue walking," he said.

Julie abruptly stopped, and Kieran followed her gaze to see two bees hovering over a flower. The flower was not fragrant, yet it attracted bees with its quiet beauty.

"Do you want to know the flower language of this flower?" Kieran suddenly leaned into Julie's ear and asked softly.

She turned to look at him, "Does it have one? What is it?"