Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 357 Was He Super Rich

Hiram was holding a wineglass in the bar. He sat on the chair, looking at Rachel, who just had a little

alcohol and now was dancing crazily in the middle of the dance floor.

Rachel had never done this before. She was going wild but somehow she felt that it was a good way to

let go of some of her emotions and just relax herself.

Suddenly, Hiram put the wineglass on the bar and strode towards the floor, ignoring all the sexy ladies

who were trying to hit on him.

The ladies thought that he was going to dance, so they followed him with excitement. They knew that

dancing was the perfect way for them to have closer physical contact with him.

Hiram walked through the crowd. In the middle of it, Rachel was dancing happily, unaware that she was

now flanked by two men. Hiram grabbed Rachel's arms and pulled her into his arms. He said to

Rachel,"Are you done? Come on, let's go home."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm having a great time here. Now that you're here, join me!" Rachel

grabbed Hiram's hand and kept swaying with the music.

But Hiram was uncertain. "Are you sure?"

"Yes?" Rachel was also confused. Why would Hiram ask her such a question? Then she saw the other

ladies who had followed Hiram to the dance floor and had now surrounded the two of them.

Hiram was handsome and attractive. In the crowd, he was like a crane standing among chickens.

When he first arrived, he became the focus of everyone's attention, especially the ladies.

"Well, you know what? Forget about it. Let's go home!" Looking around the other ladies drooling with

eagerness and desire for her husband, Rachel grabbed Hiram's hand and they walked away from the

crowd.

Hiram raised his eyebrows and looked at Rachel who was anxious to leave. He couldn't help smiling. It

felt good seeing Rachel jealous and possessive of him. He then held her shoulders and walked out of

the bar with her.

It had stopped raining outside the bar, but it was still hazy.

Rachel took a deep breath. She felt that she was much more relaxed now. She turned around to look at

Hiram who was standing next to her and looking at her too. He asked her,"Are you hungry? There is a

cake shop up ahead. Let's go and get some. You can eat it on our way home."

Before Rachel gave her answer, Hiram had already grabbed her hand and pulled her to the shop and

waited in line.

Looking at Hiram who was walking in front of her and holding her hand, Rachel felt secure. Since it had

stopped raining, there were more people on the street now.

When Hiram and Rachel had arrived at the famous cake shop, Hiram took out his cell phone and said

to Rachel,"Can you wait here? I need to make a phone call. I'll be right back."

Rachel nodded her head, watching Hiram walking away to make a phone call.

There were just three people in front of her. Because it just stopped raining, not many people were

waiting in line.

A few minutes later, it was Rachel's turn. Rachel had picked some for each flavor, among which were

her favorites and then some of her children's favorites as well. When she was going to pay, she

searched her pocket but found nothing! She had left her purse in the car.

And it was Hiram who paid the bill in the bar, so she didn't realize it until now.

"Ma'am, it's $180." The saleslady said to Rachel.

When Rachel found nothing in her jeans pocket, she searched the pocket of her shirt. While she was

searching, Hiram, still on the phone, walked towards her and gave her his wallet. Then he walked away

to continue the phone call.

Rachel took the wallet from him. It was very unfamiliar to her. Although Rachel saw Hiram's wallet

many times when he changed clothes, she never opened it.

Rachel respected Hiram's privacy very much. And as for his cell phone and computer, she would check

them once in a while. But most of the time, she wouldn't do that.

"Ma'am? It's $180 all together." The saleslady reminded Rachel, smiling. "Ma'am? There are people

waiting behind you."

"Oh, sure sure. I'm sorry!" Rachel opened the brown wallet. There were over ten hundred-dollar bills in

it. She took out two and gave them to the saleslady.

When she got the change, she put them back in the wallet. When she opened the wallet, she

happened to see a picture in the wallet inserts.

To be more specific, it was a sketch drawing.

The beauty of the person in the drawing was displayed perfectly by the few brushstrokes.

"Are you done?" Rachel almost dropped the wallet. Hiram walked towards Rachel. He had something

urgent to deal with just now, so the call took him a while. He took the cakes from Rachel.

Rachel folded the wallet and gave it back to Hiram. "Here you go."

Hiram put it back in his pocket and grabbed Rachel's hand, walking to Carl who had just driven in to

pick them up.

When they got into the car, Rachel couldn't help but ask,"Who's that in the drawing in your wallet

inserts?"

Hiram didn't feel surprised at all as if he had anticipated that Rachel would ask. He took out the

drawing from his wallet and held it in front of Rachel. He compared it to Rachel by drawing in the air.

"What? Am I really that bad in drawing? You can't even recognize yourself?"

"What? That's me in the drawing?" said Rachel. Surprised, she took the small painting from Hiram's

hand. She didn't look at it carefully until just now.

It did seem that the person in the drawing was a little similar to her.

No! It looked very similar to her!

Suddenly, Rachel felt herself very low and without any creativity by simply putting Hiram's picture in her

own purse. She thought Hiram was very creative and special by putting a drawing of her in his wallet,

and he drew it himself!

She considered putting a drawing of him in her purse too when she got the chance.

And no matter what the drawing would look like, this idea would be great since she drew it herself,

showing her affection for him.

On the way home, Rachel dropped by her company. She went to the office to get the files about the

terrain of the castle in the West Mountain District. She then went back to the car and the couple drove

back to the Tulip Palace.

Since it was late, Hiram didn't go out anymore when they arrived home. Instead, he decided to stay at

home and spend some time with Rachel and the children.

"Rachel, the doctor asked dad to stay for two more days in the hospital. I want to take the children to

visit him tomorrow. What do you think?" Hiram was sitting cross-legged in the playhouse. He took a

glance at the children who were playing with their toys on the floor. Rachel was sitting next to the

children.

She was helping Joyce dress up her Barbie dolls. Hearing his question, she lifted her head and looked

at him.

"Sure, why not? Gavin is their grandfather. Why would I deprive him his right to see his grandchildren?"

Jonny had built a big castle. He shouted at Hiram,"Daddy, daddy! Look at my castle! I made it!"

"Don't say that, Rachel. If you don't want to, I won't take them to the hospital." Hiram said, looking at NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

her. Then he turned around and smiled at Jonny. "That's good. But I think it will be better if you can add

some trees in the courtyard as well.

Rachel, I don't want things to be awkward between you and my parents. However, if it is their fault, I

won't defend them nor take their side." Hiram continued.

Rachel didn't know how to respond, lowering her head. She finished dressing the Barbie doll. She gave

the doll to Joyce, stood up and walked out of the playhouse.

Hiram stood up and followed Rachel. Rachel went into the study and Hiram followed her there.

Rachel put the files she just took from the company on her way home, on the desk. Then she took out

her notebook, planning to work overtime.

Since she went back to the company, Rachel had put another desk in the study. Now there were two

desks. One for Hiram and another for her. When they were both busy with their work, they could do it

on their own desks without disturbing each other.

Hiram pulled out a chair and sat behind her. He rested his chin on his hand, looking at Rachel, who

was looking at the relief map and ready to work.

"You're doing design now?"

Hiram asked Rachel as if he didn't know.

"Uh-huh. Some super rich guy had bought a land for his wife in the West Mountain District. He wants to

build a huge castle there with a courtyard as big as a public park. So I'm just thinking if I could give it a

shot and get this project."

Rachel said and began to draft the relief map on her notebook.

Hiram coughed when he heard Rachel's words. He raised his thick eyebrows. 'Super rich guy?'