Heart Hunting

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.

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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?”

"Make a guess!” She opens the computer again and continues digging in the information about Aly.

"80%?” He looks at the information pile and thinks she has made a thorough research.

She raises one hand and waves in front of him.

"Only 50%?” He can’t help worrying for her.

"Yes.” She gives a firm reply, not afraid of being mocked.

"Well… Do you need help?” A hint of sincerity glimmers in his eyes.

"What can you do for me? Find a lawyer?” She feels kind of ridiculous and her eyes suddenly become

firm. "Remember. I love challenges!”

Hearing her reply, Kenny bends his body with a smile. "I also love challenge. For example… you.”

"Now, I have to work hard. No time for jokes.”

He doesn’t care, just shrugging and sitting next to her. "Then I’ll sit quietly next to you, not disturbing

you.”

His eyes fix on her, with boldness and aggressiveness. With a glance, Poppy feels distracted;

therefore, she drops the pen and stands up to drive him out. "Go, go, go. Don’t bother me.”

"I just sit here.”

"You’re not allowed. Leave quickly.” She orders firmly.

"Alright, but,” he holds the closing door, "A third wheel is not allowed when we have a date. I don’t

enjoy three-person lunch.”

Poppy laughs and pries his hand open. "We don’t have a date!”

After that, she shuts the door with a bang.

The next day, morning gleams infiltrate the room.

Poppy packs her luggage in the morning and drags it downstairs.

Seeing this, Mrs. Murphy freezes her smile and immediately walks over. "Poppy, you’re going to

move?”

"Yes. Thanks for your care these days.” She appreciates sincerely. Mrs. Murphy’s kindness towards her

is obvious.

Mrs. Murphy looks upset. "Why don’t you stay a few days longer?” Does her plan fail at the beginning?

Poppy looks at her with a smile. "I’m afraid that Kenny can’t get me no matter how many days!”

Watching this old lady, Poppy can’t help but banter with her. Probably, it’s a habit.

"You want to irritate me again, right? What do you want for breakfast? Let me do it for you and leave

after the meal?” Mrs. Murphy asks.

She hasn’t replied before her phone rings. It’s a call from Arno. "I’m here.”

"Okay. I’m coming out now.”

Mrs. Murphy hears the conversation clearly. It’s a male voice. She’s anxious. Why is it a man? She

comes out with a great idea and asks immediately, "Poppy, you don’t have breakfast?”

"No, thanks. The person who picks me up has arrived.” She replies and moves toward the door.

"Poppy, you should come over more; otherwise, I’ll miss you.” Mrs. Murphy chats with her and follows

naturally.

She wants to know who is competing with her son.