Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 95 Hiram Was Out Of His Mind

Carl shouted, his voice cracking.

He saw Hiram walk directly towards the fridge after coming out of the bathroom.

"Cousin, if it's too much for you to take, then don't push yourself too hard. Just give in to your lust. How

about I find a virgin for you now?" Carl looked at Hiram's back, not knowing whether it was glistening

with water or sweat. He knew that it was very hard and even harmful to resist the lust without giving it

any thought.

"Just shut up!" Hiram rummaged around the fridge but couldn't find what he wanted. Then he shouted

at Carl, "Go and fetch me a bucket of ice! Hurry up!"

"Okay!" Carl said, immediately obeying his order. He went straight to the kitchen in the hotel to fetch

some ice.

After a few minutes, he came back to the hotel room. Although he had been quick, Hiram was

perspiring severely from holding back his desire. There was sweat covering his entire chest.

Carl didn't let anyone else into the room. He carried the bucket of ice into the bathroom and poured it

into the bathtub, then he ran some cold water.

Now, it was the moment of truth.

Was this really going to work?

"Cousin, everything is ready. Should I ask Rachel to come over?" Carl asked, worried about Hiram.

'No matter what, nothing should happen to Hiram. God bless him. Otherwise, his mother will hold me

accountable, ' Carl thought.

Hiram's eyebrows were knitted together. Walking into the bathroom, he said, "Don't say anything to

her."

He slammed the bathroom door shut with a bang.

Carl paced back and forth outside the bathroom, waiting in anxiety. He took out his mobile phone a few

times, wanting to call Rachel, but he suppressed the urge.

He knew what Hiram's temper was like. Hiram never changed his mind.

It was hard for Carl to make a decision.

About half an hour later, Carl finally heard a noise come from the bathroom. His ears pricked up

immediately. He listened carefully at the door of the bathroom. When he heard something bump

against the wall, he quickly slapped on the door.

"Cousin? Hiram? Don't do anything on impulse! Calm down. Don't hurt yourself!"

The door of the bathroom suddenly flew open.

Hiram's body was frozen red by the ice. The way he looked almost rendered Carl speechless.

It was clear from Hiram's appearance that the problem wasn't solved. It wasn't that easy to counteract

the effect of the drug.

Hiram clenched his teeth, struggling to resist the effect of the drug. When he spotted the knife on the

bar table, he quickly walked towards the table, took the knife and slashed his arm without any

hesitation.

"Hiram! What are you doing?!" Carl's face blanched with terror. He quickly came over to snatch the

knife, but he was pushed away by Hiram.

Was Hiram trying to use pain to distract himself from the effect of the drug?

Hiram casually put on a shirt. Carl panicked at the sight of blood wetting the sleeve of the shirt and

trickling down his arm. After a second, he hastened to find a first aid kit. "Cousin, let me wrap the

wound for you!"

"Don't bother. Jut go away!" Hiram growled and flipped the first aid kit over.

Carl knew that Hiram wouldn't listen to him. He was afraid that If the wound kept bleeding without any

treatment, Hiram would lose his life.

Thinking about that possibility, Carl was so worried that he looked like a cat on hot bricks. After a while,

he left the room quietly without saying a word.

"Hey, Rachel. Sorry for calling you at this hour."

Rachel had just finished her night routine and was going to bed. Eleven not a late hour in summer, but This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

it was near midnight after all. "What's the matter? Did Hiram get drunk again and refuse to go back

home?"

She guessed.

"Rachel..." Carl sounded like he was on the verge of crying. His eyes brimming with tears, he pleaded,

"Rachel, please come over to save Hiram's life. Please!"

Rachel was stunned at the sound of Carl's tearful voice. What was going on?

"Well, take it easy. Don't cry, " she said. "Tell me exactly what happened."

When Carl re-entered the room, He dropped his phone immediately, frightened by what he saw. He

dashed towards Hiram and shouted, "Hiram! Give me the fruit knife now!"

Hiram looked at Carl with his eyebrows knitted together. "I know what I'm doing. I'll have the wound

wrapped as soon as the drug stops having an effect on me. So don't worry!"

The first cut Hiram had made wasn't deep, so it had stopped bleeding, and the pain had started to fade

away. So he had made another cut to distract himself from the effect of the drug.

"Hiram! Stop doing things on impulse! I'm begging you! Don't hurt yourself anymore!" Carl wiped the

sweat off his forehead. He almost fell on his knees before Hiram as he said, "Even if you don't care

about your own life, please think of your mother! You are her only child. If something happened to you,

how would she carry on living?

How about I play some soothing music for you?" Carl asked, trying to buy some time. He picked up his

phone, wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and tried to find some soothing

music.

He cast a glance at Hiram from time to time, afraid that he would slash his arm again.

When Hiram seemed to have calmed down a little, Carl approached him quietly, in an attempt to take

the fruit knife away from him. He almost managed to touch the handle of the knife.

Then Hiram turned and stuck the knife into the table.

Carl pulled his hand back instinctively. He remembered that Hiram had served in the army. He didn't

stand a chance in playing tricks with Hiram.

Time passed by...

Finally, Hiram said something.

"Carl, get out of the room, " Hiram ordered in a low voice with his eyes closed.

"Cousin, please let me stay here with you, " Carl said.

"Get out!"

Carl glanced at the knife and swallowed, trying to summon up the courage to grab it. But he retracted

his hand in fear when he saw Hiram suddenly open his eyes.

"Hiram, I'll get out. But you can't hurt yourself anymore. Can you promise me that?" he asked, still

worried about Hiram.

"Stop talking nonsense. Get out!" Hiram growled at Carl, running out of patience. He clenched his fist

and smashed it against the table. Still stuck in the table, the handle of the knife shook violently because

of the force.

Carl had run out of means. He could do nothing but walk towards the door, turning his head back

frequently to check on Hiram. He was anxious wondering about why Rachel hadn't arrived yet.

She was unlikely to get stuck in a traffic jam at this late hour.

It was only then that he remembered that Rachel lived on the outskirts while the hotel was in the center

of the city, so it would take some time for her to get there.

And there was another thing that he wasn't taking into account.

Rachel's apartment was in a place where only a few people lived. If she needed to go downtown at

midnight, it would be difficult for her to find a taxi.

So, Rachel had no choice but to borrow an ancient Santana from her neighbor. Although the car kept

creaking, it worked.

Rachel wasn't good at driving, but fortunately, there weren't many cars on the road at midnight. She

fumbled with the controls and finally managed to arrive at the hotel.

"Rachel? Thank God you're finally here!"

Carl was so pleased to see Rachel that he almost regarded her as his Goddess. The only one who

could save Hiram's life was finally there.

"How are things going with Hiram?" Rachel was still panting for breath. She was sweating all over from

driving with dread. She hadn't even had time to drink water on the way to the hotel.

With no time to elaborate on what had happened, Carl opened the door of the room and pushed

Rachel inside.

Then he shut the door behind Rachel immediately. After that, he slid down, his back against the door.

He was scared out of wits by what Hiram had done to himself. Thank God Rachel was here. He could

finally breathe a sigh of relief.

He decided to find the woman who had caused this mess and teach her a lesson. It wouldn't be fair if

she escaped from this without being punished.

Rachel found herself being pushed into the room by Carl, with no knowledge of what had happened.

But when she saw the situation in front of her, her pupils dilated in shock. Rage swelled up inside her

chest all of a sudden.