Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 122

"Hey, gorgeous! Are you with someone now? Listen, my apartment is just a few blocks away. Why don't you come and have a drink with me?" The drunken girl was swaying back and forth as she reached out for Hiram's arms. She had long hair, and she was wearing a miniskirt and high heels.

But before she even got the chance to touch him, she was interrupted by loud yelling.

"Are you a robber? Why are you standing so close to him? I see you've got beautiful eyes. Aren't they working? Didn't you see me? He is with me now, understand? You want to go out with him? Fine, stand and wait in line. I believe your turn will come someday. Now, get out of my way!"

Rachel had rushed in front of Hiram and yelled at the drunken girl. She put both her hands on her waist and prepared for a fight. As long as she had Hiram with her, she would be up for any challenge.

Seeing Rachel show up out of nowhere and rob her prey, the drunken girl rolled up her sleeves and pointed her finger at Rachel. "He is with you? Maybe he was, but he's mine now. Listen carefully, no one can rob the man I'm interested in from me, never! Who do you think you are?"

The girl shouted loudly. She had gotten people's attention. Daniel, who had been chatting with some girl quite a distance from them, turned to her.

Chad was already striding towards them. He was going to deal with the situation, but stopped after seeing Hiram's secret gesture.

As far as Hiram was concerned, this was a big occasion, a breakthrough.

Rachel had been provoked by a drunken girl because of him. He wasn't going to let anyone step in. He wanted to see what Rachel was going to do.

"Who am I? It's none of your business. You said you're interested in my man. Let me tell you something, I've been challenged before and I will be challenged again. But no one ever succeeds. Mark my words!" Rachel stood in front of Hiram and shouted. She was speaking as if Hiram was her property and no one could touch him except her.

They had enjoyed a nice dinner, but it seemed that they didn't have enough entertainment. Hiram didn't mind though.

"I can't succeed? What a joke! I always get what I want, especially good-looking men! You'll see." The girl pointed at her own nose and began laughing madly.

Another girl who seemed to be her friend came forward and grabbed her arm. She tried to drag her away but was pushed aside.

The girl was too drunk to realize how ridiculous she looked like in the eyes of onlookers.

"Here is my suggestion. It's a fair way to decide this once and for all. Let your man kiss me. If he can control himself and doesn't have the slightest thought of sleeping with me when he does, you win and I lose. Deal?" The girl talked as if she had forgotten her brain at home. She swept back her long hair again and stared straight at Hiram, in spite of her friend's protests.

What she said shocked everyone there. Rachel suddenly forgot what she had wanted to say.

Kiss her?

"What do you think of my suggestion? Tell me! Are you afraid your man will choose me over you?" The girl challenged Rachel, taking a step forward.

A few feet away from them, Daniel was enjoying himself. He held back a smile and said, "Hey, Rachel. Since that girl is so eager to kiss Hiram, you shouldn't turn her down so heartlessly. Be generous. Ask Hiram whether he wants to accept her offer. Come on!"

Not wanting to let go of a chance to see Hiram squirm, Daniel skillfully turned the situation around.

But while he was enjoying seeing Hiram being put in a spot, what really impressed him was Rachel.

He envied Hiram for having a woman who was willing to stand in front of him. Although she wasn't strong enough, she chose to stand her ground anyway to protect Hiram with her fragile shoulders.

Seeing things getting more and more chaotic, Hiram started to say something.

But Rachel was faster than him. "Didn't you hear me? I said he's my man. Forget kissing him, don't even think of putting a finger on him! I won't allow it!

Since you gave me a suggestion, here's mine. You should go back to your apartment and drink two more bottles of wine. Then you'll find that all the men in this planet are yours! Have fun!"

The girl's friend tried her best to drag her away. She said, "Come on. Stop humiliating yourself. Let me walk you home."

"What are you worrying about?" the drunken girl protested. "I never go for married men. Look, he doesn't have a wedding ring on his finger. He's single then. Why shouldn't I go out with a single man? This is nonsense. Leave me alone, " she said to her friend, pointing at Hiram's hand. Although her vision was blurry, she could see his bare hands. Yes, nothing was on his hand, which meant she didn't have to give up.

The girl's words reminded Rachel of her situation. She closed her left hand subconsciously and hid it behind herself.

As her mom always said, Rachel seldom paid attention to such details. When she had gotten married to Hiram, she had focused her full attention on the two agreements. She had never even thought of asking him for a wedding ring. Or, to be exact, she had believed that even if she asked, Hiram would turn her down.

And now, although Hiram and her had grown close, neither of them had thought about it. Maybe it just wasn't the right time yet.

And then, in a split second, it happened.

Hiram, who had been standing right behind her, grabbed her hand and turned her around to face him. They looked at each other quietly.

To Rachel's surprise, something cold was being slipped onto her finger. A ring. She felt as if her heart was bursting out of her chest. Was this magic?

She had just been thinking of a wedding ring and now, Hiram had gotten her one from nowhere, as if he was a wizard.

When she saw what was on her finger, she had to hold back her laughter. It wasn't exactly a ring.

But she didn't even have time to comment on it before her lips were covered by Hiram's. It seemed Hiram didn't want her to say something that would ruin the moment. He kissed her deeply and violently. Rachel barely had the chance to breathe, let alone say something.

When he finally pulled away, he grabbed her hand and led her towards his car.

"Get out of my way!" he said to the drunker girl without even bothering to look at her.

All the onlookers shuffled away.

Rachel looked at the object on her finger. It looked like a ring, but she was sure it wasn't.

"What is this?" she asked Hiram curiously. "Where did you get it?"

She couldn't figure it out by herself.

"It doesn't matter what it used to be. Right now, it's destiny is to be a ring. Don't argue with me, " Hiram said, laughing. The so-called ring was exactly the size of Rachel's finger. But of course, it wasn't a ring. How would he have been able to find a ring instantly? By magic?

He wasn't usually good at romantic things. He didn't buy her flowers or gifts often. But he was a man who could seize an opportunity when it showed up, like just now. He could give Rachel exactly what she wanted.

But Rachel remained curious. Where had this silver object come from?

She surveyed Hiram from head to toe.

"Eh? Hiram, you lost one of your sleeve buttons!"

There were two silver sleeve buttons on his shirt, but now, one of them was missing. They were silver circles.

Rachel was pushed into the car before she could say anything else. Hiram stood by the door, turned to Daniel and said, "We're leaving now. See you tomorrow!"

After they had been traveling in the car for a while, Rachel noticed that they weren't going in the direction of the hospital. She asked Hiram, "Aren't we going back to the hospital? The doctor said I should stay there for one more day."

"Not necessary. I've told Hardy. You're getting better, so there's no need to go back. He will check out on your behalf tomorrow morning. You can stay at home, but just don't go out. You still need to take rest."

Hiram rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, not wanting Rachel to get hung up on the sleeve buttons.

But he didn't realize that something else had caught her attention.

"Hiram, give me your arm. I want to take a look at it." Seeing the new bandages on his arm, Rachel anxiously grabbed it to take a closer look.

"Stop calling me by my name, will you? Call me darling or sweetie or honey. You pick whichever one you like, " Hiram said, trying to distract her while pulling his arm back. He had pulled up his sleeves so that she would stop thinking about what had happened outside the restaurant, but he had forgotten the wound that he had wanted to hide from her. He was in trouble again, a big one this time.

Rachel looked at the bandages worriedly before turning to Hiram, who was pretending like nothing was wrong.

"You lied to me. You told me you weren't hurt. Then tell me why you have these stitches."

"It's all right. It doesn't hurt anymore. They will remove these bandages in a couple of days, " Hiram said casually, as if it was a small thing. He put his other arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her.

"It hurts! I know. It really hurts when you get stitches. Hiram, why didn't you tell me? Why? I want to know everything about you." Rachel's eyes turned red, but she hardly noticed it.

She was trying to imagine how Hiram had gotten injured again. It was worse than before.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything, every detail. Please don't cry, " Hiram said, seeing the tears that had sprung to her eyes. He tried to stop them from falling. The last thing he could bear was seeing Rachel cry.

Chad, who was driving the car, couldn't help thinking about how Hiram and Rachel had been laughing when they had gotten into the car, but now the scene had changed abruptly and Rachel was going to cry.

No wonder Carl had told him to just drive the car and not speak too much. Hiram and Rachel were close to each other. It was better if he avoided disturbing them as much as he could.

Rachel tried to hold her tears back, but a drop fell from her eyes.

Hiram leaned over and kissed her cheek. He sucked the drop of tear into his mouth and murmured to Rachel, "If you don't want me to taste more tears, stop crying now. I love you, honey."

Rachel took a deep breath and stared back at Hiram with her red eyes. She buried her head into Hiram's arms and held his waist tightly.

"If you really don't want me to cry anymore, don't get injured again. Do you hear me?" Rachel warned him.

"Deal! From now on, I'll tell you each and everything that happens to me, even if I just get a cut on my finger. Fair enough, honey?" Hiram tenderly patted her on her back and smiled to himself. Good days were coming.