Heart Hunting novel Chapter 102

The Honey Lake looms out of the night. Glimmering lights are like fireflies, which are about to be extinguished by the sudden pour.

Winds are whistling, carrying a lot of raindrops. The summer night is changeable—there is the wonderful afterglow, but it changes into heavy rain in the middle of the night.

Poppy is reading some files in the living room and escapes the effect of the downpour.

There is only one week left to the court, thus she doesn’t want to waste any second. She is immersed in the information and focuses on the computer screen occasionally.

"Scout Ward, Alice…” She looks through the relevant information on the table, finds the detailed internal photo of the yacht, and murmurs to herself with her eyebrow arching.

After a while, she closes her eyes slowly, and her slender fingers tap rhythmically on the desk. She’s totally immersed in her small world and ponders the unsolved puzzle.

Why will Scout, as a CEO, give his yacht such a girlish name? And he does know that he has allergic rhinitis to lavender, but he still chooses a lavender-scented fresher. What’s that for?

With a boom of thunder, swift lightning flashes her face. An idea suddenly comes to her mind. She suddenly opens her eyes, taps his name on the computer keyboard quickly, and searches all his personal marriage, relationship and life.

Sure enough, his current wife is his second one. Fifteen years ago, he divorced and had a daughter called Aly who went to France with his ex-wife.

When looking through the personal information about Aly, she finally finds her expected answer with a slight smile. A hint of joy flashes in her eyes. It turns out that Aly Ward is Alisa!

Another thunder comes with a boom. Bean-sized raindrops are hitting the glass windows, as fierce as thousands of soldiers and horses. A piercing noise sounds from nowhere. The pour succeeds in extinguishing the lights in the Honey Lake with a swash, and the whole neighborhood falls into darkness.

Poppy, who was reading the personal information of Aly just now, furrows her brows when the screen goes dark suddenly. She presses the computer button before she looks up to find out that even the room lights are off.

Probably, it’s a blackout?

Poppy gropes through the darkness toward the door. But she hits a wall after a few steps, staggers and falls to the side. That "wall” intends to pull her unconsciously, but they all fall on the bed.

There is a loud band in the room. Mrs. Murphy happens to reach the room with a flashlight in her hand and enters nervously, "Poppy, what’s the matter?”

The flashlight shines everywhere and finally lands on the bed, to be exact, on the two people. She’s dumbfounded, not expecting that she will see such an embarrassed but erotic scene…

A man is pressing a woman on the bed, with the man over the other.

It’s the first time that Mrs. Murphy has seen such an impure scene. She chuckles in order to break the embarrassment, puts away the flashlight and glints in her eyes. "Go ahead. You go ahead…”

She is very thoughtful and shuts the door quickly when leaving with delight.

Hearing the door closing, Kenny acts boldly, presses his nose against hers, and sprays the hot breath on her face. A mischievous spark glints in his eyes. "Hear that? My mom lets us continue!”

He behaves what he says and kisses her directly. However, Poppy dodges away, not letting his trick work out. She grabs his collar fiercely and tries to turn sideways.

Kenny knows her trick, hooks his legs around her, and presses her body tightly.

In the darkness, they are having a "bed” fight. With her resourcefulness, he loses in every move. Bang. Kenny groans with pain.

His head hits the solid bed wood accidentally. Stars are spinning in front of his eyes.

Getting rid of the burden, Poppy pushes him away heavily and sits up, with a gloating look.

"Naughty, naughty. You did it deliberately!” Covering his forehead, Kenny sits up. When he is talking, the room lights up, and Poppy sees a bump on his smooth forehead.

Poppy holds her laughter and stands up triumphantly before she tidies up. "Go for wool and come home shorn. That’s you.” She turns back to the desk and buries her head in the files.

Kenny follows with a scowl. Looking at the dense notes, he leans on the table and asks, "Can you win?”