Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 146

All of a sudden, Rachel felt her seat being reclined, and she ended up lying on her back. Hiram put his hands on either side of her to prop himself up as he leaned over her, and asked her unpleasantly, "Rachel, can I ask you a question? Haven't you realized that you've done something wrong?"

Frightened by the burning anger in his eyes, Rachel hesitated for a while before replying, "I did something wrong? I went there today to accompany Celine, you know that, right? I swear I didn't know that Wayne would be there."

"You're still missing the point!" Hiram hissed.

He began to tear Rachel's clothes apart and climb on top of her, but Rachel bent her knees to keep him at a distance and tried to push him away.

"Stop, and wait! Let's talk about this. Why are you so mad? Is it because of Wayne or Patrick? Tell me the truth."

Rachel gasped as she pushed Hiram to the side to make some space to breathe. She had wanted to ask Hiram that question as soon as they had left the club, but she had swallowed it down, knowing that she had to treat lightly when he was angry.

"Yes, I know, " she continued. "I know I said I wouldn't keep a thing from you, and I never intend to. I didn't tell you about Patrick inviting me to dinner because I didn't think it was important. Don't you believe me?"

"Not important?" Hiram snorted. He squeezed Rachel's cheek harder than he usually would and said, "Honey, do you know what Patrick was up to when he moved his office there in H City? Did you ever think about it?

Why didn't you tell me as soon as you found that he had rented the office opposite yours? Are you stupid or are you just too naive?"

Rachel thought over his words for a second and looked up at his eyes. Yes, she hadn't thought about it. She had just assumed that it was normal for a businessman to rent an office in other city, and that Patrick probably needed to stay here because he had to deal with some business here.

"I, I admit that I didn't think over it. Hiram, listen, if you think that I did something wrong, tell me directly and I will do better next time, " said Rachel softly.

She stretched her hand around Hiram's neck and continued, "Yeah, I'm too naive when it comes to things like that. If you're mad at me about it, I won't say a word."

Hiram was her husband, and if anything happened between Hiram and Patrick, of course she would stand with her husband.

Hiram took a deep breath and pulled Rachel's legs down. "Okay, it's all right, since you realized your mistake, but this is just one of them. Let's talk about the other one. Did you ever think about your husband while you were dancing with another man?"

"That, um... don't you think you're overreacting? It was just a dance, right?" Rachel wondered why Hiram was making such a big deal out of nothing. She had danced with Wayne just out of social courtesy, and she definitely hadn't thought of him as a date.

"Just a dance? Didn't you feel his hands on your waist? Didn't you notice how he looked at you? I don't believe that he has gotten over you, " Hiram said, bringing his face close to Rachel's. He could feel her breath, which was warm and almost made his anger fade away. But every time he thought of Wayne holding her at the club, he felt nothing but sour.

If Wayne had been just a stranger who didn't have a crush on Rachel, Hiram could have pretended that he had never seen them together. But the truth was, Wayne hadn't gotten over Rachel yet; he could see it in Wayne's eyes, in the way he looked at Rachel. So, how could Hiram bear watching them together?

Rachel turned her eyes away from Hiram and thought to herself, 'So basically, Hiram's jealous. It seems that he hasn't grown up yet.'

"Look at me and tell me, is there anyone else in your heart?" Hiram asked hastily. He turned her head and forced her to look at him.

Rachel stayed quiet, reluctant to say anything.

If she shouted at him just because she was jealous that he had danced with another woman, how would he react? She believed he would say that she didn't understand him at all.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Hiram prodded. He lowered his head to kiss her, as if he could make her reveal her true feelings by kissing her deeply.

Rachel closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. She didn't push him away, but she didn't kiss him back either. What could she say?

Since both of them refused to give in, the situation was awkward. Right then, Hiram's phone rang.

Hiram straightened up and shifted onto his seat before answering the phone. It was his father.

"Hello, Dad, " Hiram gasped into the phone.

"Hiram? Is everything okay? You sound out of breath."

"Yeah, I'm running. What are you calling for?"

"I'll get straight to the point, Hiram. Lydia's going to H City next week for a performance. She is afraid that it will freak you out if you find out on your own, so she asked me to inform you beforehand. And she is also wondering if she could go home to see your mom. What do you think?" Gavin asked, sighing.

Hiram paused and glanced at the woman sitting next to him. "Okay, I get it, " he said before hanging up the phone.

He turned to Rachel and said hesitantly, "Lydia has a performance here next week, and she wants to go home and catch up with mom. What do you think?"

Rachel had straightened her seat and was smoothing down her clothes.

"She's your sister and the beloved daughter of your parents. I don't think it's my place to decide whether she could go home or not, " replied Rachel quietly.

"Honey, I..."

"I'm exhausted. Shall we go home now?" Rachel asked, cutting him off.

Hiram turned away from her and looked forward. He started the car and drove it steadily away from the dark alley.

Before going back to their home in Tulip Palace, Hiram stopped on the way and they had some dinner.

At home, Rachel turned on the bedside lamp and settled into bed. She had brought a stack of books and several documents from work, so she was planning to read for a while before sleeping.

After a while, having already showered in his room, Hiram opened the door and came in.

This was Rachel's room. For the past few days, she had either slept here or in Hiram's room depending on her mood. She went to Hiram's room when she felt happy, but stayed in her room when she was down.

Rachel was so lost in her books that she didn't even notice Hiram.

Suddenly, Hiram held her hand and put a cold thing on her ring finger. Rachel pulled her hand back and saw the ring. The huge diamond on it was sparkling under the lamp.

"Rachel, will you put the other ring on my hand?"

Hiram asked, thrusting another small jewelry box into her hand.

Hiram still couldn't force himself to kneel down to put the wedding ring on Rachel's hand, but he knew that it was time for them to exchange rings.

Rachel looked at the box in her hand, and then raised her head to look at him. She put her book aside and opened the box.

It was a diamond ring, exactly the same as the one on her hand but a little larger. She felt tears brimming in her eyes.

She had been a little upset when Hiram had refused her wish for him to kneel down while he proposed.

But when she had thought over it later, she had realized that Hiram was too proud to do something like that. It would put him in an awkward position if she kept insisting that he should kneel down to put the ring on her hand. It would be impossible for Hiram to put aside his dignity and arrogance, both of which had been with him since he was born.

So, it was all right if Hiram didn't kneel down now. Rachel believed that he would be willing to do that for her one day. And anyway, they had their whole lives ahead of them, so she had plenty of time to wait.

She put her book aside and carefully took the ring out of the box. Hiram was holding his left hand out and waiting. She took his hand and put the ring on his ring finger.

Hiram pulled her into his arms and kissed her on her forehead. He murmured in her ear, "Let's go to sleep, honey. It's getting late."

"Wait, I want to read for a little while. Can you go to sleep first? Night." Rachel pulled away without noticing his reaction. She reached out to grab one of the books to continue reading.

Before she could touch it, the book was grabbed away and thrown onto the ground!

The rest of the books and documents didn't escape Hiram's hands, either. They were thrown onto the ground, too.

Hiram turned the lamp off and rolled onto bed beside Rachel before she could even say a word.

"Hiram, " she murmured.

"Shut up! One more word and I'll make you work in my office tomorrow!"

Of course, Rachel didn't even have a chance to reply, since she was lost in Hiram's kisses.

The next morning, she got up when the alarm went off and found Hiram still asleep on the bed.

She rubbed her head, knowing that there was something she had to do. She had been thinking about it since last night, after they had finished having sex, but she couldn't remember what it was now. She patted her head to urge herself to remember it.

Oh, yes, the pill!

Rachel opened the draw on the night table and took out a pill. She poured herself a cup of warm water and wondered what was wrong with Hiram these days. Why did he keep refusing to put on a condom when they were making love?

She popped the pill into her mouth and was about to drink water when all of a sudden, the glass was slapped out of her hand.

"What are you doing?" Hiram, who had just opened his eyes, was still half-asleep, but his hand had flew into the air as soon as he saw Rachel trying to take her pill.