Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Rachel held back her tears and pulled her hands out of Hiram's grip before getting out of the car. "Carl, send him home. It's already very late. And I have to go back to sleep too, " Rachel said to Carl.

Carl nodded his head before turning to Hiram, who was still sitting in the car, and asking, "Cousin, shall we go home now? Rachel is going to go home and sleep."

Staring at Rachel's back through the window of the car, Hiram faintly answered, "Yes."

Carl heaved a sigh of relief. He turned to Rachel, nodded and said, "Rachel, thank you. If you hadn't come down, I might have had to wander in the streets."

"See you, Carl. Drive safe on your way back, " Rachel said and headed back to her apartment.

Hiram stared longingly after Rachel until she disappeared from view.

The next day, Hiram woke up with a splitting headache.

Feeling dizzy, he opened his eyes. He looked around and touched the other side of the bed but it was empty. Why did he feel as if Rachel had come back? Had he drunk too much and imagined things?

"Cousin, are you awake?" Carl brought him a bowl of porridge.

When Carl was near enough, Hiram pulled his arm briskly and asked, "Was Rachel here last night?"

Carl blinked his eyes and replied quickly, "Of course not, why would she come here? Cousin, you were so drunk last night that you were crying for Rachel. You probably dreamed about her when you were asleep."

Carl didn't tell the truth, because he had promised Rachel that if Hiram had forgotten what had happened last night, he would just let it be.

Hiram released Carl, remembering that he had seen Rachel last night after all. The alluring woman who had sung on stage had turned out to be Rachel. After she had left the bar, he had stayed there and kept drinking until Carl had come to bring him home.

But he had been too drunk to remember anything that happened after that.

At Streams Company...

"Mr. Rong, Miss Cassie called for an appointment with you again. What should I tell her?" his secretary asked. Hiram continued working in silence.

After marking a note on his document, he answered, "No problem, let her choose the place. I'll be there on time."

tried to keep himself busy. Sometimes, he worked late. If there was no work, he asked people out and stayed out

a very long time, so he had been used to it. But after living with Rachel for just a month, being alone was a

night, when he had seen her again. It

gracefully sat near the bar in the hotel room with two glasses of red wine in her hands. "Come on, Mr. Rong, let me give you a toast, "

halfheartedly clinked his glass against hers and took a

at Hiram drink the wine, Cassie internally heaved a sigh of relief. After spending every night of

her so much for getting the

the truth. Even though they were together every night, Hiram hadn't touched even her

that he would make a move on her. When a lonely man and a beautiful woman were alone together in a room, anything could happen. And besides, no man would be able to control himself

Cassie started to get anxious. The drug seemed to have no effect at

that she had underestimated his self-control.

she didn't know was that over the years, Hiram had developed his self-control so much that it was almost comparable

wondered if Hiram had any problems in that

hadn't been

chance when Hiram received a call. While he was answering his phone, she sprinkled all the remaining powder into his

this time,

put too much in the glass this time. It was enough to work for ten people, let alone one. Not long after Hiram drank it, he

act normal, she couldn't hide her hands from shaking. Realizing what she had

dinner with you so many times?"

staring at the wine. She shook her head and answered, "I don't know. Can you tell

many of the women who ask me out, you're just ordinary-looking. But I chose you because you're quiet. You don't bother me, no matter how long I'm lost in thought. I like the company you give me without bothering me,

inwardly. Trying to hide her guilty conscience, she smiled and said, "Whatever

sound of glass

so much that she couldn't keep

glass?" Hiram asked casually, throwing the glass

Rong, wine usually makes men feel... Well, you're drinking, so it's normal to have such feelings. Why would you suspect me of drugging your drink? I'm afraid you're

was furious that she was still trying to deny what she

as she was trembling in fright. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and