Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Hiram widened his eyes in surprise when Rachel turned around.

Rachel looked average in her daily clothes, but when dressed up, she looked so gorgeous.

She wore a sleeveless, long, red dress. Her delicate and fair skin was exposed. Her long legs could be seen indistinctly through her dress that made her impeccably sexy. Anyone was surely fascinated and charmed by her.

Rachel looked at herself in the mirror and thought she looked better than she expected. Then she smiled delightfully.

Her smile was as beautiful as a flower. It made her look enchanting.

"Mister, your girlfriend is so beautiful! She is absolutely pretty even when she just wears those simple clothes. But she looks so much better in her dress now." The sales clerk exclaimed.

Hiram quickly turned to Rachel and said,"Go and try another one."

Rachel pouted, but thinking that Hiram could help her pay all those dresses, she continued and didn't mind trying it on.

"Mister, should I wrap this one?" The sales clerk cautiously asked Hiram.

After a few seconds of silence, Hiram took a credit card from his wallet and gave it to the sales clerk.

Rachel put on another dress and went out of the fitting room. The dress she wore was totally different from the previous one. She initially thought it wouldn't be suited for a modest woman. Yet, after she put it on, she felt she looked good in it.

Hiram frowned after she saw Rachel walk out of the fitting room. The black, short skirt and the low-cut top were too sexy. Hiram had thought that Rachel would look funny if she wore this. However, since she had a beautiful face, it seemed that all kinds of dresses would look good on her.

Rachel rolled her eyes and pouted her lips as she looked at Hiram. She would let Hiram check how she looked with the dress. After all, Hiram would decide whether they would get the dress or not. When Hiram looked at her, he was mesmerized by her charming eyes. He took a deep breath and immediately looked away.

"I will pay now!"

The sales clerk walked towards him and cheerfully asked, "Okay, mister. You will get both of them, right?"

While Hiram was paying the bills, Rachel checked the dresses once more and explained,"Wait a minute! Hiram, we should think about these dresses again. I think these dresses don't suit me well!" While she was speaking, the sales clerk already swiped the credit card and she didn't give her the chance to think about it again. Hiram immediately signed the receipt and strode out of the shop. Rachel took a deep breath and went back to the fitting room to change into her own clothes. Then she quickly went out of the shop, carrying the two, well-wrapped dresses.

"Don't be in a hurry. I don't think I look good with these dresses. I might not even find an occasion where I could wear them. We better return them to the shop." Rachel continued persuading him inside the car. "Just keep them. My friend will be celebrating her birthday soon. I could give those dresses to her as a gift." Hiram said tactlessly without considering Rachel's feeling.

Rachel kept quiet. She was very angry and disappointed.

She glanced at the dresses once more, and slowly put them on the back seat.

The thought of another woman wearing those dresses made her unhappy. 'Those dresses are supposedly mine,' she thought.

They came back to the villa after a while.

It took her some time to put all the stuff away. Then she glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was six o'clock.

The bag that contained the dresses was on her bed. She picked it up, walked towards Hiram's bedroom and knocked on the door. She remembered that he wanted to give the dresses to his friend.

After waiting for a while, Hiram finally opened the door. He wore a light blue, striped shirt. He was still choosing what tie to wear.

"I come here to give you the dresses. Here you are." Rachel handed the bag to him while saying those words. She also saw many ties and several shirts placed on his bed.

"You come here at the right time. Help me choose a tie." Hiram walked into his bedroom. He ignored the bag that she held.

Rachel put the bag on the sofa next to her. Without hesitation, she started picking up the shirts he had thrown about on the floor.

She always wanted to make things clean. She couldn't bear seeing such a messy place.

"You don't have to do that. The maid will come here to clean the room," Hiram said while standing in front of the wardrobe where his ties were placed.

Rachel didn't stop. She continued to hang his shirts and placed them into his wardrobe. "You shouldn't maintain such bad habit. Don't make your room messy. If you won't use those shirts, put them back in their places."

Hiram looked at her coldly and said, "Don't blame me for this. Besides, it's none of your business."

Rachel had never seen him lose his temper. She didn't know that if he was very angry, he might break the whole house into pieces.

After she placed his shirts back into the wardrobe, Rachel took a dark blue tie just before Hiram got another one to try. "This one is nice. It has a plain color that matches your shirt."

Hiram took the tie from her and checked how he looked in front of the mirror. It looked really nice.

Rachel knew Hiram also liked the tie. His face showed great satisfaction. Then she bowed to pick the other ties.

Hiram kept silent and began to put his tie on after he saw Rachel cleaned the mess willingly.

When Hiram and Rachel arrived at the Rong family's mansion, Joanna was there, waiting for them.

"You are finally here! Rachel, Hiram must have spent a lot of time choosing what to wear again, right?" Joanna asked cheerfully when she walked towards Rachel and took her hand. Of course she knew his son very well.

"Carl, go upstairs and tell your uncle to go to the dining room. It's time to have dinner!" Joanna requested Carl who was sitting beside.

"How are you, auntie?"

Rachel, who wore a pinkish-white, collared dress, sweetly smiled at Joanna.

"Why do you still call me auntie? Though we haven't held your wedding yet, you are my daughter-in-law already. So, you should call me mother," Joanna said, pretending to criticize her. Rachel immediately glanced at Hiram. Hiram looked away, pretended he didn't hear his mother and walked into the house.

Rachel cleared her throat and gently said, "Mother." She knew she had no choice but to obey Joanna.

"Good girl! I have prepared a big, red envelope for you. I will give it to you after our dinner." Joanna smilingly whispered to Rachel.

Rachel felt embarrassed and smiled back at her. Then she followed Joanna into the dining room.

After a while, someone walked down the stairs. Hiram, who sat beside Rachel, stood up and greeted, "Father."

Rachel also stood up and looked at Gavin. She had never met him yet.

Her mother once mentioned that Gavin was a friendly and famous businessman. He was an intelligent and a strong-minded person who was always able to handle all things wisely.

But Hiram was very bossy and arrogant. He was even not willing to be a bit nice to others. His behavior could prove that.

"How are you, uncle Gavin?" Rachel greeted as she looked at the tall and compelling man.

Gavin waved at her and smiled. "Have a seat! Rachel, since you have married Hiram, you can treat us as your own family. Please make yourself at home."

"That's right! Rachel, now that you call me 'mother', you should also call your uncle Gavin 'father'," Joanna said abruptly.

It would be better for Rachel to call them 'mother' and 'father' on their first meeting. Otherwise, it would be harder for her to do that in the future.

Rachel put her hand under the table and gently pulled Hiram's clothes. She wondered why Hiram kept silent.

She thought that she was just Hiram's nominal 'wife'. If she called them mother and father now, she would just be embarrassed when meeting them in the future after she divorced Hiram.

"Father, I think Rachel is a bit shy since it's your first time meeting each other." Hiram gripped her wrist and whispered,"After you agreed to be my temporary wife, you should do everything to please them."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐