Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 140 Being Besieged By Journalists

"Mr. Rong! Are you here to go through with the divorce in secret?" the journalist asked.

Rachel started panicking the moment she realized that their identities had been revealed.

Her hands almost went up to cover her face subconsciously, but they were firmly held down by Hiram,

who walked forward indifferently without showing any sign of being flustered.

Hearing that this man was Hiram, the entire group of journalists rushed over quickly with microphones

in their hands, hurrying to interview him.

"Mr. Rong? Is the news of your secret marriage true?"

"Mr. Rong! Is the woman beside you your wife?"

"Mr. Rong..."

"Mr. Rong! Please answer our questions!"

Hiram quickened his pace and held Rachel as they walked out of the entrance of the court. At that

moment, Hiram's crowd of bodyguards appeared and blocked the interviewers.

Chad had already driven the car over to them. He opened the rear door and said, "Come on!"

After sitting in the car, Rachel finally felt relieved.

"Hiram, Rachel, you're dressed like this?" Chad laughed. He almost couldn't recognize them now, no Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

wonder the journalists had had a hard time too.

Hiram took off his sunglasses and tugged at the white T-shirt. He grabbed the formal clothes he had

kept in the backseat and got ready to change.

"I was really frightened just now. If you hadn't come then, we would have been surrounded by those

reporters!" Rachel sighed with great relief. Then, seeing that Hiram was about to change his clothes,

she said, "Wait. Hiram... I want to appreciate this for some more time!"

Since she had been busy with the legal process, she hadn't had the chance to take a good look at

Hiram.

Dressed like this, Hiram looked less aggressive, less reserved, but instead, more positive and unruly.

His hair, which had been deliberately messed up by her earlier, made him look more approachable.

Coupled with his deep eyes, straight nose, and clean-cut lips, he looked just right.

Rachel was almost drooling over this unusually gorgeous version of him.

"Rachel, you're violating me with your eyes, " Hiram said abruptly, smiling.

Rachel was tugged back to reality at those words. She said, "Don't move!" She took out her phone

hurriedly with the intention of taking a photo with him.

Hiram frowned. Although he didn't like taking photos, he cooperated with her and they took several

photos together.

After a while, he got bored and impatient, but Rachel was still enjoying it. She kept posing differently,

close to his face, snuggling in his arms, or tugging his T-shirt in a sexy way.

She was having so much fun taking selfies that she didn't notice the gloomy expression on Hiram's

face.

Her completely innocent actions were a torment to his sleeping desires.

"Is that enough?"

Hiram finally asked in a heavy voice.

If it had been any other person, the phone would have already been thrown outside the window.

Without even a glance at him, Rachel began looking through the pictures excitedly and selected her

favorite one as her background screen. "Yeah, enough.

Hiram, how do you like this one? Do you want me to set one for you?" She finally looked up, but

paused when she saw the fire in his eyes and said, "Forget it. You often appear in public. Photos like

these are probably not suitable--"

Before she could finish her sentence, her phone was grabbed away and dropped to a corner of the

seat. Hiram couldn't control himself any longer. He kissed her passionately.

Rachel could feel his warm breath on her face, and she barely had room to breathe.

She didn't understand why Hiram was suddenly so... eager.

"Ahem, well, Hiram, where are we going? To the company, or...?" Chad asked awkwardly. They were

almost at the intersection but he didn't know which direction to go in.

But after the piercing stare he received from Hiram, Chad regretted his question.

"Go home, " Hiram said grimly.

He was already in a bad mood today, and Chad had only made him angrier. Carl was much better, as

he could always understand Hiram's thoughts.

After they returned to the Tulip Palace...

"Come here, "

Hiram said softly from the living room, staring into the kitchen where Rachel stood, cutting up fruits for

both of them.

Rachel brought the fruits over with a smile. She had an idea of what he wanted to do.

She reached out her hand. Hiram looked at her with a glimmer of smile in his eyes, pulled her hand

close and almost put the ring on her finger. However, she withdrew.

"Wouldn't it be insincere of you to put it on me like this?" Rachel asked. She suddenly felt a little ticked

off that they had gotten married so easily.

No flowers, no candlelight dinner, and no romantic oath.

"Insincere? How about I transfer another hundred million dollars to you?" Hiram asked, raising his

eyebrows as if it was a piece of cake. Then, he reached out for the phone on the coffee table.

"No, I don't need that much money. I haven't even used the first hundred million dollars you gave me, "

Rachel said as she held his wrist. She knew that he was a really wealthy man. But what she wanted

was that he would show his sincerity through his actions, not his money.

Hiram stared at her with his deep eyes. He seldom bothered to speculate on women's thoughts, so he

just asked her straight out, "Tell me, what do you want?"

Rachel was too shy to tell him directly, so she took out her cell phone from her pocket and showed

Hiram a video. She figured Hiram was clever enough to understand what she wanted.

The temporary ring he had given her last time was a great example. She had only found out later that

he had taken away the gem on the cuff-link of his shirt, leaving only the outer ring. How could he think

of that!

Hiram watched the video of a proposal on her phone, and then looked at Rachel thoughtfully.

"You want me to kneel?"

Rachel glanced at him and looked down shyly. "I've always dreamed of my future husband kneeling

down on one knee to propose to me. But we don't exactly have a normal relationship, so it didn't

happen. Can you do that for me now?"

She asked, looking up at him hopefully.

In a normal relationship, the marriage came after the proposal. But in their relationship, marriage had

come first, followed by divorce, then marriage, and finally the proposal.

"It's just a matter of standing or kneeling. Why do you care so much? Baby, come on. Give me your

hand, " Hiram said, trying to be patient as he pulled her hand.

"No. Why can't you kneel? There's no one else in the house. I'm the only one who will see it!" Rachel

pouted. She knew Hiram was a distinguished man, but she really wanted to experience the proposal

she had always dreamed of.

Hiram glanced at her and then at the ring before putting it back into the box.

As he closed the box, he said, "Rachel, it's up to you. Wear it if you want or throw it away if you don't

like it."

In his life, ever since he could remember, he had never knelt in front of anyone, not even his parents.

He had never thought of kneeling to a woman someday.

So, after he finished speaking, he stood up abruptly and walked to his room, Leaving a stunned Rachel

sitting on the sofa. After a moment, she shouted after him.

"Hiram! Do you think that just because I agreed to cancel the divorce agreement, then I'm completely at

your mercy?" Rachel didn't realize that she had

Said something to set Hiram off.

Hiram could love her, spoil her, but he had his taboos which she could never touch or change.