Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 164 I Want A Divorce

"Hiram, your clothes are all wet. You'd better go and get changed, " Chad said, walking over. Hiram

was standing still in front of Rachel's hotel room door, not realizing or caring about the water dripping

from his shirt.

Hearing Chad's voice, Hiram pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned to him. "Stay here for me.

Give me a call immediately if something is up. I'm going to change my clothes."

Chad nodded. He sighed as he watched Hiram walk away.

He knew that it wasn't going to be easy for Rachel to get over this. Being kidnapped, having guns

pointed at her head, having a bomb strapped onto her, being almost raped by a countryman in a rural

area, seeing Daniel get beaten up, and being drugged... Even though Chad was familiar with such

things, what Rachel had gone through seemed like something that could only happen in a movie.

Inside the room...

After taking the pill Hiram gave her, Rachel managed to get some sleep, although she tossed and Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

turned the whole night. It was nine the next morning when she woke up.

Rachel felt her head swirling and rubbed it with both hands. Her stomach started to rumble. She

couldn't remember the last time she ate something, so she quickly got up to get ready.

She saw a set of new clothes folded neatly on a chair, from underwear to coat.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then put on the clothes that had

been set out for her before opening the door.

She was taken aback when she found Hiram standing right in front of it, leaning against the wall with

his hands in his pockets. He was gazing ahead, lost in his thought.

It seemed he had been standing here the whole night.

Hearing the door open, Hiram pulled himself back to reality and looked at Rachel.

"You must be starving. Let's go and have breakfast, " he said, holding her hand and walking towards

the dining hall on the other end of the corridor.

He had barely taken a step when Rachel pulled her hand out of his. Instead of trying again, he shoved

his hand back into his pocket and tried to fall into step with her.

But Rachel slowed down, walking at least three or four steps behind him on purpose.

At the dining hall, Rachel hardly took a seat when the dishes were served one by one. The table was

ladden with food in less than three minutes.

A middle-aged waitress smiled at Rachel and said, "Here you are, my dear madam. We have been

preparing dishes since last night. Your husband was worried that you couldn't sleep and might want to

eat."

She was about to continue, intending to divulge more, but with a cold glance from Hiram, she shut up

and gestured the other waitresses to leave with her.

Rachel had't said a word till now. She took a bowl of rice and began eating, reaching for the dishes on

the table once in a while. Her full focus was on her breakfast.

Hiram, who was sitting opposite Rachel, felt his stomach grumble. He hadn't eaten anything ever since

Rachel was kidnapped, either. Seeing that she was busy eating now, he decided to have his breakfast

too.

After a while, Rachel put her chopsticks on the table and raised her head to look at Hiram with a

solemn expression on her face.

"I want a divorce, Hiram, " she said.

Hiram was reaching for a dish when he heard Rachel's abrupt statement. He paused for a second, then

continued to eat, seeming to not have heard her.

"I've been thinking about this for the past few days, " Rachel continued. "We're not good for each other.

Look at your family and mine, we were brought up in different environments with different values.

Leave the kidnapping aside. I think the way we treat each other in general is a big problem. The longer

we stay married, the bigger the problem is going to become, so I believe a divorce will be good for both

of us."

Hiram stayed silent as Rachel continued to speak.

"If you're worried about what's in the property agreement, I'm ready to give up everything, including the

money you gave me last time. I'll keep one million and return the rest to you. I'll also leave everything

you've ever bought me at your place.

I hope you can think over this seriously, Hiram. Let's be nice to each other."

Hiram placed his chopsticks on the table and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He finally met Rachel's

eyes and asked softly, "Have you finished your breakfast? If you have, let's go for a walk."

"No, I'd better go and see my mom as soon as possible, " Rachel said. She gazed at Hiram blankly

since he was avoiding her question.

"Okay, we'll go back to H City in thirty minutes. Get yourself ready, honey, " Hiram said, standing up

from his chair.

As he walked away, Rachel shouted after him, "Please think over what I just said, will you?"

Hiram walked outside without giving her a reply.

Rachel sighed to herself. She hadn't said those things on a whim. She was being serious.

She had thought of divorcing him several times before, but she always changed her mind soon. Things

hadn't been bad enough for her to leave Hiram, but not this time. She had been kidnapped and had

almost lost her life. She didn't think she would be so lucky next time. If something happened to her or if

she was killed, how could her mom survive?

She had no father, and she was the only daughter. She couldn't imagine what her mother would do.

She decided she couldn't put herself in such danger anymore, never again!

What was more, she had realized that she was nothing special in Hiram's mind, and that she had

imagined all their happiness by herself.

She knew Hiram had had his reasons, but she couldn't pay for his decision with her life.

The only reason she had to die for him was because she was his wife. No one could ask her to do him

this favor if she wasn't.

Rachel reached H City that afternoon.

Learning that Fannie was already there waiting for her, she went to her directly.

Seeing her daughter standing in front of her safe and sound, Fannie felt relieved and finally stopped

crying.

"Simpson, I know it's you. You're guarding our daughter in heaven, right?

Thank you! Thank God! You must always protect her. You must keep her far away from any danger!"

Fannie lit three incense sticks and knelt down to thank all the gods.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. Sorry for making you worry about me!" Rachel held Fannie in her arms with tears

running down her face. She thought she had already used up all her tears, but she was wrong.

Fannie patted Rachel on her back and sobbed, "Sweetie, please take more care of yourself. Please

don't let me worry about you again, please!"

Rachel nodded her head firmly and wiped the tears off her face.

"Mom is getting older and I can't go through this anymore. I kept telling myself that I'd go with you if

something bad happened to you! I've already lost your father. You're my only family. I can't lose you

too!" Choking up as she said this, Fannie tried to take a deep breath and wiped the tears off her face.

That was what Fannie had been thinking about the whole time. If Rachel never returned and she was

left alone, what reason did she have to live in this world? She couldn't take it.

"Stop talking nonsense, mom! Look at me, I'm fine. I promise I won't let this happen again! I promise!

Don't think nonsense, please!" Rachel said, holding her mom tightly in her arms.

It was seven in the evening when Rachel walked out from her apartment.

Hiram's Maybach was still waiting for her downstairs.

Hiram got down from the car when he saw Rachel come out of the building. He looked into her eyes

and said, "Come to my parents' home with me. My mom has been worrying about you, and she's

waiting to see you now."

Rachel didn't turn him down, and got into the car directly.

"Fine, I have something to say to Lydia, " she said as she fastened her seat belt. She fixed her eyes

forward without so much as a glance at Hiram.

Hearing what she said, Hiram paused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

They didn't speak at all on their way to Joanna's place.

Looking outside at the bright neon lights, the past flashed in Rachel's head like a movie.

It had only been two or three months since she met Hiram, but what she had gone through these few

months was more thrilling than her entire life. It was like being on a roller coaster.

Suddenly, she felt Hiram grabbing her hand on her lap.

She tried to pull away, but he was holding it too tightly. "Hey, Rachel, I know you hate me now. You can

yell at me, you can beat me, you can even bite me, anything as long as it makes you feel better. Please

don't keep all your feelings inside."

Hiram was hurt that Rachel was shutting him out ever since she was rescued. He tried to warm her

heart by grabbing her hand.

"No, you're wrong. I don't hate you. You've done nothing wrong. You saved your sister. As an elder

brother, you did what you should do. Why should I hate you for doing the right thing?" said Rachel

calmly.

Then she took her hand out of Hiram's.

Hiram put his hand on the steering wheel, the shine leaving his eyes.

He was an elder brother.

But above all, he was a husband, Rachel's husband.

Finally, they reached Joanna's house. Hiram slowly drove to a stop in the courtyard.

Before Hiram could even unfasten his seat belt, Rachel opened the door on her side and got off,

walking inside alone without waiting for him.

Hiram frowned and got out of the car as quickly as he could.