Love’s Cunning Ruse

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.

*Kieran, your situation won’t be fixed by a phone consultation, let me book an appointment for you with Dr. Smith tomorrow morning?”

“Hello, is this Dylan’s grandfather? About the matter you mentioned last time, finding Dylan a partner, I’ve looked into it, Dylan said he’s willing…..

“Damn it!” Dylan quickly anatched the phone from Kieran and promptly hung up.

Kieran took back his phone, and Dylan once again caught up.

Kieran turned around and glared at Dylan, who immediately stopped in his tracks. He finally got a taste of what it felt like to be courting death.

Karl opened the car door, and Kieran got in. Then, he opened his WhatsApp using the name, “J Kennedy,” added Taylor’s number, clarified his identity, and asked Taylor for his payment account, and then transferred the consultation fee to Taylor.

Taylor. [Patient, what issues would you like to consult about?]

Kieran held his phone and typed a long string of text. His finger was already on the send button, but after hesitating for a long time, he deleted all of it. Taylor, on the other end, seemed very patient, waiting for Kieran’s response.

Kieran typed out his question again, but each time he was about to hit send, he couldn’t muster the courage. After five or six hesitations, Kieran simply turned off his phone and tossed it aside.

Karl, who was driving, asked with concern, “Sir, you seem a bit off.”

After a moment of silence, Kieran suddenly looked up at Karl in the rear-view mirror. “Karl, I have a question for you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you get along with your wife?”,

As the car made an S-turn on the road, a nervous Karl glanced at Kieran in the mirror. “Boss, did I do something wrong?”

“Forget it.” Kieran picked up his phone and turned it back on.

Karl thought for a moment. Since Kieran had asked, he figured he should politely answer. “Sir, me and my wife are actually on pretty good terms.”

“When do you plan on having children?”

Startled, Karl made another S-turn with the car. He found Kieran’s questions today to be… quite baffling!

“If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine,” Kieran said.

Karl had no choice but to reply, “About having a baby… I can’t decide that on my own!”

“Karl, do you ever feel like the pressure at work is too much like you’re always rushed off your feet? Like…” Kieran suddenly paused, then waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind.”

Karl was wondering if his boss had lost his marbles!

After a cautious drive back to Noblewood Retreat, Karl finally let out a sigh of relief.

Just as Kieran was about to get out of the car, giving Karl the impression he was finally free, he suddenly shut the car door again and asked, “Karl, have you ever done anything totally crazy?” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Under the barrage of Kieran’s pointed questions, Karl finally lost it. “Boss, I assure you that I am utterly loyal to you. I’ve never done anything wrong by you, let alone anything utterly crazy. Please…”

Before he could finish, Kieran had already left the car. At last, Karl was finally free.

When Kieran walked in, he saw Ivan spinning around like a top in the kitchen, taking a peek in its direction every few steps.

Shannon laughed and grabbed Ivan’s collar. “Ivan, stop spinning around. You’re making me dizzy.”

“Shannon, my mom looks so beautiful in an apron. I want to marry a woman just as beautiful when I grow up.” Ivan was practically drooling as he stared at his mother’s figure.

It turned out that Julie was cooking dinner.

With a pleased smile playing at the corner of his mouth, Kieran walked over, picked up the obstructive Ivan, and tossed him aside. Pointing at Julie’s back, he said to his son, “Such a beautiful woman is one of a kind in the world, and she’s already married to me.”

“Hmph! I’m the man my mom cares about the most.”

Kieran lightly patted Ivan’s head, tossed his coat over the little guy’s head, and took the chance to enter the kitchen. He closed the door and locked it, moving quickly and smoothly. Suddenly plunged into darkness, Ivan struggled to free himself from the coat. When he finally emerged, he found that the door had been locked by

his father.

Regretfully, Ivan kicked the door and then yelled in pain, holding his foot.

Hearing the door close, Julie, who was stewing meat, turned around. Before she could see who had entered, she was enveloped in Kieran’s embrace. As she looked up, his kiss descended. He held her tightly around the waist, spun her around, and then pushed her onto the kitchen island. His sweet kiss robbed her of breath, not giving her a moment’s respite.