Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 100 His Honey-sweet Words

In a quiet corner of the restaurant.

"I have put my fingers into your pie. I admit that I was impulsive when I heard she drugged you.

But I regret now. Since you gave her the chance to drug you, you must be very comfortable with her!"

Rachel said hastily before Hiram could say a word. It was him who went out with other woman and had

dinner with her. Since he had enjoyed the pleasure of her accompany, he should bear the

consequence.

Hiram gazed at her and made no objection immediately. He listened to Rachel's complains quietly,

waiting for her to speak out what was in her mind. He begged her when she stopped talking.

"Yes, it's all my fault. I felt quite lost when you left me all of a sudden. I couldn't have dinner alone."

Rachel turned her head aside and looked down on the floor. She didn't want to see his face right now.

She took a deep breath and tried hard not to shout at him, "Then, you admit that you have been having

dinner with her the past few days, don't you? Ah, why didn't you sleep with her? Why did you take the

trouble asking Carl to call me?"

Hiram sniffed and lowered his voice, "No, that's different. I just felt lonely and wanted to have dinner

with somebody around. But I didn't say that I wanted to sleep with other women."

"Let me go."

Rachel looked down at his hands on her arms. She tried to push them away but was pulled into his

arms gracefully, "Honey, I was wrong and have paid my price. Would you come and visit me once you

have time? I promise I'll never ask other women out any more."

"All right. With your rules, I could have dinner with other men at my will. It's none of your business,

right?" Rachel contradicted him. She tried to get herself out of his arms, but failed.

"Are you jealous about that, honey? You don't need to. I won't let myself disturb your normal social

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Hiram held Rachel in his arms. He looked down upon her and smelled the scent of her hair. His voice

was hoarse and soft. The scent of her hair provoked his emotions. He would lose himself beside her.

Rachel was struggling to free herself from him. She touched the bandages on his arm. It reminded her

that Hiram had been bound up just now, and she shouldn't make him bleed again. She said to him

softly, "Let me go. I need to check the studio with Celine now, and you should go back to your work too.

We'll talk later."

Hiram heard her voice changed and felt warmth flowing into his heart. He let her go reluctantly, "The

office downstairs will be waiting for you as always. You can work there if you change your mind."

Rachel felt free once she left his arms. She took a deep breath and didn't answer him. She turned

around and left the restaurant.

She was laughing within herself helplessly.

The honey sweet words of this man were deadly poison for her. Her iced heart was melting little by little

as she was around him.

But who was she? She was Rachel Ruan. She wouldn't marry him again just because of his sweet

talking. It would be a long road to travel.

The divorce agreement with their signatures was delivered to the court. It meant Hiram and she were

now divorced by law.

By the way, marriage was not a game to her. She couldn't persuade herself to get married or get

divorced on someone else's whims. It all depended on her.

Rachel wouldn't consider remarrying Hiram until she thought it was the right time, until she saw

sincerity in him.

"Hey, you guys have finished showing off your affection, right?" Celine saw Rachel coming out and

teased at her with a smile. She held Rachel's arm in her arm as they walked, "Tell me what's going on

between you and Hiram?"

Rachel sighed as she walked towards the building where the office she had found was located, "The

divorce agreement I signed was delivered to the court."

"What? Are you kidding me!" Celine was standing where she was in shock. She ran towards Rachel a

few seconds later after pulling herself out from shock.

"Hiram delivered it to the court? No way! We all saw he treasured you as if you were fragile. How could

he?" Celine couldn't believe her ears. She saw what happened just now and how Hiram reacted when

Rachel was in trouble.

He could see nothing beyond Rachel whenever she was around him.

It was impossible for a man to fake a thing like a facial expression. Celine thought she might not known

Hiram before, but now it was true that he was completely and deeply in love with Rachel. How could he

divorce Rachel instead? She couldn't figure this out.

Hearing Celine, Rachel shook her head, "No, he didn't. It was his younger sister, Lydia. I don't want to

talk about my divorce now. Let's go."

"Ok, ok, calm down. I don't understand what I see." Although Celine had countless questions, she had

to keep them to herself.

It felt hard not getting an answer, but she couldn't mention a word about Rachel's divorce. It would hurt

Rachel just like rubbing salt on her wound.

They arrived at a building not far away and Rachel took Celine to the office she had mentioned.

"This place is great, Rachel. It must be expensive to rent a place like this. Shall we find another office

out of downtown? It will cost less." Celine said to Rachel as she was looking around the office.

Although Rachel did not lack money any more, they shouldn't waste money on things unnecessary.

"This place is near the center of H City. We will go out quite often in future, so I believe the location is

crucial. Saving time is saving money, in another way." Rachel had her own idea. The luxury of this

office was far from the one provided by Hiram.

To be honest, it was not far away from the downtown and it was convenient from all aspects.

It was lucky for them to find a place like that. She shouldn't be too greedy.

"That's the idea. I will notify the rest of the people and bring them here on Sunday. We will get things

ready. Do some shopping to buy the things we need. We will share the cost. It's unfair to let you carry

all the load on your shoulders." Celine said to Rachel after she took a round of the office.

Rachel chuckled. How lucky she was! She had a friend who always thought in her shoes. "I can afford

it. I am your boss, after all. It's a shame of me to let you buy the stuff we need. I have placed my order

and they will be delivered here in two days. Don't worry!" She said seriously to Celine.

Celine glanced at her, and said, "Ok, up to you, my boss. But I'll bring the teammates anyway. We can

help with the cleaning and arranging.

Look at you, my dear Rachel. Why did you not tell me about your divorce? I'm your best friend. You

should not face all the suffering yourself. Listen up, all you should do is take good care of yourself. Give

me a pair of keys, and I'll come here to look after the place when I'm available. Take some rest."

Celine knew what kind of a person Rachel was. She sighed and stared at Rachel. It must be very hard

for her to get through. Rachel was tough but she also needed time to recover.

As an old saying goes, good things are a long time in coming.

Celine knew she would not be able to help Rachel through, and all she could do was back her up when

she was tired. She would do whatever she could to help Rachel.

But it was impossible for Rachel to share everything. Even if Celine wanted to offer her help, she didn't

know how.

"My dear Celine, please don't tell anyone else about my divorce? I'm fine now and it's over." Rachel

asked Celine to keep a secret for her. After all, divorce was not a decent thing to talk about. She

couldn't bear people laughing at her. She had got married and few people knew it. Then she got

divorced before they could hold a wedding ceremony. What would people think of her?

"There is another thing. My mom is staying at my hometown all by herself and I want to visit her

tomorrow. Would you look after our office for me for a couple of days?" Rachel paused for a while and

said to Celine.

Fannie lived by herself in their hometown, and Rachel was worried about her all the time.

Celine nodded her head and said, "Of course! Just go and see your mom. Stay there as long as you

wish. I'm quite good at arrangement, you know. Let's call it a day now. I'll go to the washroom before

leaving, wait a minute."

After she left for the washroom, Rachel walked outside. She saw the office opposite was rented out

too. People were coming and going, carrying things in their hands.

Rachel saw a man wearing sunglasses leaning against the glass door, instructing workers where to go.

He was holding a cigar in his hand and smoked it once in a while.

Rachel felt that his action of smoking the cigar was quite familiar to her. But she couldn't recognize who

the man was as he had his sunglasses on.

It seemed the man had noticed Rachel looking at him. He turned his head to look back. He threw his

cigar on the ground and crushed it out with his boot. Then he walked toward her as if he knew her.

Rachel felt at sea and didn't know what to do. What would he do? She had no idea who he was.

Wait, she was familiar with his walking style, but what was his name?

There was a smirk on his face. He took off his glasses as he walked. His eyes were shining and as

sharp as a cheetah's. His short beard was manly. It was nobody else but Patrick Yan!