Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Rachel turned back to Hiram with an embarrassed expression. She pointed to the drink that was on the table and said, "I'm thirsty. I need to drink something." Her heart was beating rapidly. She rushed to the table under the sunshade as soon as she finished her sentence.

'Rachel, Rachel, how dare you call me husband? Let's see how you're going to explain yourself later, ' Hiram thought, smirking as he watched Rachel walk away.

Anya was very shocked. She had never imagined that Hiram would get married. She said, "My God! Hiram, are you really my friend? I didn't even know that you're getting married. Shouldn't you have told me much earlier?"

Hiram turned to Anya and shook his head. With a smile on his face, he said gently, "You know me well. It's been so many years. But you know what? She is the only one."

Anya had worked with him abroad for two years. Hiram had a secret that only she knew about.

"Hiram, are you serious? You mean she can?" Anya shook her head as she asked. It was so unbelievable.

There were so many attractive women around Hiram all the time. However, he couldn't ever do anything to them. Anya used to think that it was a curse. Why else would it be so weird?

"I didn't want to accept it at first. But now, I've begun to think that maybe it's a fate which I can't escape." He lifted the arrow again and aimed at the target again.

It seemed that some things were destined. It could only be her, not anyone else.

So no matter how long it would take or how many difficulties they would have to face, she was the only one for him.

Hiram hadn't believed in fate before, but after meeting Rachel, he had to believe it.

"What are you talking about? What fate?" Rachel asked as she approached them. She'd only heard the last bit of their conversation. She'd brought two bottles of drinks for them, and she held one out to Anya. "Hello, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Anya. I'm Hiram's employee and a good friend of his, too. Nice to meet you, "Anya said as she took the drink from Rachel.

The whole situation was unbelievable to Anya. Rachel was just a common girl, how could she have gotten such an excellent man like Hiram?

The fact made her really look up to Rachel.

"My name is Rachel. Nice to meet you too," Rachel said as she shook Anya's hand. She wanted to explain that her relationship with Hiram wasn't as good as Anya might think, but she didn't know how to say it.

She'd already called him 'husband, 'what explanation was there for that?

As soon as they went back to the guest room of the garden, Rachel decided to explain things to Hiram first.

Hiram saw the hesitation on her face and her awkward movements as she tried to force words out of her mouth, and he burst into laughter. "Are you going to explain me why you called me 'husband"?" he asked.

"I, I admit my mistake. If it's necessary, I can go and explain to Anya, " Rachel said.

Hiram leaned forward and stared into her eyes. "Rachel, why don't you just admit it?

Admit that you think of me as your real husband deep in your heart. You women all have double faces. Among them, I think you're the ultimate one."

Rachel stared back into his deep eyes, and felt panic rise in her chest when he lifted her chin.

"Still, it won't change anything," Hiram continued. "Even if you admit it, we're going to get a divorce once the deadline comes."

Rachel found it hard to look away. Instead, she asked in confusion, "Why? Don't you like me?"

Hiram stepped back and started to loosen the tie around his collar.

"In this world, the person that you like may not be suitable for you. And the person that's suitable for you may not be the one that you like," he said, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "And besides, I don't think you've fallen in love with me yet."

Hiram took off his shirt as if nobody was around. Then, he went into the bathroom to take a shower. He had to take a little nap after that so he wouldn't be tired when he went to the meeting with his client tonight.

Rachel scratched her head at what Hiram had said. When it came to work, she could figure things out easily.

But how was she supposed to figure things out when it came to affection?

She wanted to call Celine for help, but Celine would still be at work. And anyway, she knew that it was something that she had to face on her own. Other people could only give advice, not solve the problem. As Hiram showered, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of Rachel still trying to figure his words out.

'Why is it taking you so long to figure it out?' Hiram wondered.

'If you figured it out much earlier, I would be reluctant to torture you.

But now, since you're so slow in thought, I have to help you figure it out more clearly.'

Meanwhile, Rachel was strolling around the room while watching the quiet sea in the distance. The deep blue water shone under the light of the sun, but her heart was not calm at all.

She remembered what Celine had told her last time. But Celine might have overlooked the fact that a man's heart was very deep. How could she battle against it? Could she win?

As she was strolling around, the door of the bathroom opened.

"Pass me the bathrobe. It's in the cabinet," Hiram said, stretching out a hand. Although everything in the resort was new, he preferred to use his personal things.

Rachel went to the cabinet and opened the door. Inside hung his suits, ties and T-shirts. 'He must come here all the time, 'Rachel thought.

On the other side of the cabinet, she found a few bathrobes. She chose the black one and walked to the bathroom with it.

She was just about to knock the door when it opened, revealing Hiram standing in the bathroom full of steam, water still dripping down his body. With the light shining on him, he looked picture perfect. Rachel's heart started beating rapidly and her face turned red at the sight of Hiram's body. She didn't even know where to look.

She was so nervous that she subconsciously tightened her grip on the bathrobe.

Hiram tried to grab the bathrobe but Rachel's grip on it was too tight. He laughed and said, "How about you come in and take a closer look?"

Rachel's face turned even redder at his words. All of a sudden, she loosened her grip on the bathrobe.

Unfortunately, Hiram wasn't holding onto the bathrobe at that moment, so it slipped down and fell onto the floor.

It became too damp to use.

"I'll go and bring you a new one," Rachel said hastily. She quickly ran out of the bathroom, found another bathrobe from the cabinet and brought it back to him. But this time, she was afraid of what she would see so she closed her eyes before walking into the bathroom and almost bumped into Hiram's chest.

Hiram observed her curiously. She looked like a scared little rabbit. And once again, he couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm done. You can open your eyes now. I promise you won't see anything but my face."

Rachel took a deep breath with her eyes still closed. She struggled against his arms, turned around and then opened her eyes slowly.

In front of her was a mirror, its surface covered by a layer of steam that made everything look blurred. She could vaguely make out a silhouette.

She breathed onto the mirror. At the spot where the steam was cleared, she could now see a seductive smile on the face of the man who was standing behind her. ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐