Chapter 109 Penelope was Kemp's sweetheart.
At that moment, feeling her tangible body heat, he suddenly became extremely grateful for the stray cat he had almost hit on the road.
His villa in the suburbs was right in front of this small log cabin.
When he was in a bad mood, he liked to come here alone. Today, as he was nearing the villa, a wild cat suddenly sprang out from the withered grass on the side.
He slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding killing the wild cat.
The moment he parked, he glanced out the window. Coincidentally, with that glance, he happened to see a sneaker lying by the roadside.
He clearly remembered that the shoes Penelope wore today for her audition, before she changed clothes and went on stage to perform, were exactly the same as this pair of sneakers!
He found it quite amusing that, despite his efforts to rid himself of the influence Penelope had on him, he could remember clearly what shoes she wore.
He had thought that the shoe found here might just be a coincidence, but the shoe was too small, not even as big as his palm. There weren't many adult women with such small feet.
This shoe, it was Penelope's!
Catching a glimpse of the black, unlicensed Volkswagen parked next to this shoe, and a log cabin not far ahead, Kemp grabbed the shoe and dashed towards the direction of the cabin.
Indeed, he saw Penelope.
There were still several men.
Had he arrived a few steps later, Penelope, he would not have escaped the fate of being ravaged today.
Thinking this way, an inexplicable tension rose in his heart, and Kemp couldn't help but hold her a bit tighter.
Seeing Penelope's bare foot without a shoe, Kemp glanced at the shoe he had thrown aside. As if possessed, he picked up the shoe and slipped it onto her foot.
The socks on her feet had already been pulled off, revealing her smooth, jade-like soles. Upon seeing this, Kemp's Adam's apple involuntarily rolled violently, and his eyes deepened several shades in an instant.
As if bewitched, he couldn't help but caress the sole of Penelope's foot with his fingertips as he put her shoes on.
Penelope was most afraid of being tickled, especially on the soles of her feet. When her foot was touched in this way, she was so ticklish that she directly kicked off the shoe that Kemp had half put on her foot.
Now, although she hadn't fainted, her mind was already in complete chaos.
During those years locked in the dungeon, Kemp and Ethan loved to tickle her feet the most.
The three of them made the best out of a tough situation, playing guessing games. Whoever lost would have their feet tickled.
Every time, she was the one who lost the most terribly.
Being touched on the sole of her foot like this, Penelope felt even more that she had returned to the dungeon. She pretended to be annoyed and pouted, "Kemp, stop messing around!"
Boom...
Listening to Penelope's words, which were three parts annoyed and seven parts coy, Kemp felt something explode rapidly in his heart.
He could no longer restrain the surging emotions in his heart, he didn't even bother to put shoes on Penelope, he just abruptly pulled her into his arms.
Penelope was already feeling dizzy, and with such a sudden pull and fall, she felt as if the whole world was spinning.
This Kemp, not only did he tickle her feet, but he also tripped her. So annoying!
Penelope gritted her teeth secretly, also revealing her sharp little claws, deciding to teach Kemp a lesson.
Actually, Kemp was also very ticklish.
The part she was most ticklish was the sole of her foot, while the place Kemp was most tickish was his armpit.
Every time Kemp upset her, she would instruct Ethan to tickle his armpit.
She groped around but didn't catch Ethan, she planned to take matters into her own hands.
"Kemp, you bullied me! Now, I'll make you cry!" Saying this, Penelope started to tickle him.
Penelope hadn't even scratched him when her wrist was suddenly seized by him.
"Penelope, what were you going to do!"
"Tickle you!" Penelope said sincerely.
Kemp's eyes deepened by several degrees. He was not some naive young man who didn't understand anything. A woman taking the initiative to throw herself into a man's arms, tickling a man's fancy, what did this mean?
As it turned out, this time, Kemp really had misunderstood again. Penelope simply wanted to scratch his itch.
Back then, they were in the dungeon, like family, tickling each other. It was truly a pure and intimate thing.
"Penelope, you still haven't given up?!"
"No way!" I didn't even scratch the itch, how could I give up!
She tickled people, but she was also very principled!
Kemp's heart pounded violently. He had thought that this woman, after getting involved with Lyman, wouldn't want to continue to entice him. Unexpectedly, she hadn't given up yet!
Kemp shamefully discovered that, upon hearing this woman say she hadn't given up, there was a touch of inexplicable joy in his heart.
Kemp stopped talking. Penelope thought that his silence was a tacit approval for her to tickle him. Rubbing her hands together, she continued her mischief.
Seeing Penelope's little hand reaching out again, Kemp could no longer bear it.
He turned around, pressing her beneath him, his lips descending almost urgently.
"Penelope, you brought this upon yourself!"
"Since you wanted so much to be my woman, today, I granted your wish!"
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through Kemp's mind, numerous ideas rapidly colliding. In the end, he was absolutely certain about one thing.
Even though he shouldn't have let Pennie down, he still wanted this woman.
He kept telling himself that he would legitimize Pennie, he would treat her twice as well, allowing her to stay by his side openly and honorably.
As for this woman, she was always a mistress who could never be seen in public. His relationship with her was nothing more than paying for pleasure, a mere act for the occasion, and could never be considered genuine.
Penelope was utterly bewildered. She just wanted to scratch an itch, how did she end up being kissed?
She hadn't yet figured out what was going on when Kemp's voice, laden with clear warning, rang out again in her ear.
"Penelope, I will give you money! But between us, it's only a physical transaction, as for anything else, you, don't even think about it!"
Penny, once we get out, I will work hard to earn a lot of money, so you and Ethan will never suffer again.
Penny, we are family for life, I would never let you and Ethan be wronged.
Penelope abruptly lifted her eyelids. Now, was this cold and indifferent man really the same Kemp who had supported her all the way up?
It wasn't.
Time had already slipped away unknowingly, and the life-and-death dependency in the dungeon was just a ludicrous dream she had.
"Kemp, let go of me!"
Penelope pushed hard against Kemp, trying to shove him away. He lifted his face, a touch of cold sarcasm tinting his icy gaze.
"Penelope, wasn't that you throwing yourself at me just now? Ha! Your tactic of playing hard to get is really low!"
"Penelope, you'd better know your place! No matter what tricks you play, don't even think about getting more! In this lifetime, you can only be my, Kemp's, secret lover!"
Saying so, he curled his lip in contempt, and once again sealed her lips.
He still wanted more.
Of course, Penelope didn't want to inexplicably become someone's lover again. She was just about to have a serious talk with Kemp, and incidentally give him a hard slap to wake him up, when Zackary's voice, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, sounded at the cabin door.
"Penelope!"