Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 274

Julie nudged the man's back, "How sure are you that Zenith is your brother?"

"Ninety percent," he replied. The remaining ten percent was because he was still pondering why Lucian would intentionally forge his identity.

Julie nodded, "If that's the case, let's go eat! Even the most perfect lie has loopholes. Without interacting with them, how can we know if they are real or not? Besides, our original intention was to seek cooperation, right? Let's not mention Lucian tonight, just talk about cooperation, and shamelessly eat at the Moore residence!"

The Moore Residence.

Zenith had anticipated that Kieran and Julie would come to Sycamore Village, and even visit Dahlia. But he did not expect them to have the audacity to visit for a second time.

So when Julie, Kieran, and Ivan appeared at the doorstep again, Zenith was left momentarily speechless.

Ivan cheerfully stuffed two bags of candies and snacks into Zenith’s arms, then cheekily said, "Have a peaceful Advent, Uncle!"

After saying this, the little guy darted into the house. Kieran pointed to Ivan's back and said, "The kid is still young and doesn't understand manners. He saw you look like my brother and called you uncle. Please bear with it, Mr. Moore."

Before Zenith could finish his sentence, a lively voice echoed from inside the house, "Hello, Grandma, my name is Ivan Hernandez."

Zenith glared at Julie and Kieran, then quickly headed inside.

Julie gave Kieran a look, and followed Zenith into the house.

Ivan was a lively and cheerful child, and even though Dahlia was blind, she could feel his politeness and cuteness. Ivan sat next to Dahlia and asked, "Grandma, would you like some fruit? Shall I peel an apple for you?"

Dahlia, scared at the thought of the little boy handling a knife, quickly called out, "Zenith, quickly take the knife away from him."

"Mr. Hernandez, why did you come back again?" Even though the old lady was blind, her hearing was exceptionally good.

Kieran, holding Ivan's hand, replied, "We realized it's almost the Advent after we left, and my wife said I was thoughtless. It's the holiday season, so it was rude of us to just leave like that. So we brought snacks to apologize.”

He glanced at the snacks in Zenith's hand, his expression flawless.

As they were guests bringing gifts, it would seem rude and suspicious to turn them away now.

So, eventually, Dahlia extended an invitation, "Mr. Hernandez, it's thoughtful of you. Since you're here, why not stay for dinner?"

Kieran and Julie, who had come for this exact reason, naturally agreed.

Julie volunteered, "I'll help in the kitchen."

Zenith, who had been giving Kieran unfriendly looks, became even more hostile after Julie and Ivan left.

But Kieran seemed unfazed. He sat down next to Dahlia, took her hand, and asked, "Would you mind if I called you Grandma? I felt an instant connection with Mr. Moore when I saw him, like seeing my own brother."

Zenith was speechless.

Dahlia could not refuse, so she simply nodded.

Kieran asked her, "I heard you only have Zenith as your grandson, so you're especially close, right?"

"Why don't you just ask me directly, Mr. Hernandez?" Zenith took Kieran's hand off Dahlia's arm.

Following Zenith's words, Kieran turned back, not to ask Zenith as he had anticipated, but to smile at him and say, "My grandmother always said to truly understand a person, you need to delve into the people around them. Mr. Moore, you know I am keen to work with you, so naturally, I want to get to know you better by chatting with Dahlia. Please don’t mind me."

After saying this, Kieran turned back to Dahlia.

Zenith stepped forward and lifted Kieran from the sofa, "Mr. Hernandez, didn't you want to discuss cooperation with me? Can we talk in private?"

Zenith had made his intentions clear. If Kieran continued to cling to Dahlia, it would be inappropriate.

Kieran followed Zenith out to the small garden, all the while admiring the landscape design and occasionally offering his opinion. He didn't seem here to investigate any truth but more like a tourist who had come to visit.

They sat down on the wicker chairs in the garden, and Zenith asked with a placid expression, "Mr. Hernandez, are you having trouble understanding my words?"