Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Hiram had ripped her dress apart audibly. Before Rachel had time to look down at it, she felt herself being pulled tightly to his strong wide chest. She was pulled with so much force that her whole body seemed to ram into his.

"I'll say it again for the last time: no, I haven't touched anyone before. What happened last night was just by instinct. Are you going to believe it or not? I didn't even know what I was doing!" Hiram growled as he hugged Rachel with his shirtless body.

Rachel was completely frozen, not even trying to break out of the embrace. Even though the embrace made her breathless and his sheer strength frightened her, she just stood there.

Her thoughts were a mess. 'He had his arm on my chest last night, but now? What's going on?'

"I believe you. Just let me go, " Rachel said, biting her lip. The new and strange feeling she was having really unsettled her.

She felt slightly dizzy. Maybe it was because his embrace had knocked the air out of her.

Reality finally hit Hiram, and his anger faded away slowly. He pulled the thin quilt aside and covered her. "From now on, keep in mind that never argue with me right after I wake up. I can't promise that things won't be worse if you do that again."

He got up and went straight to the bathroom, leaving Rachel wrapped up in bed.

Rachel ducked under the quilt and looked at her nightdress. It had been torn beyond repair. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before taking off the nightdress and throwing it into the trash. Then, she went to the closet to find something to wear.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. "Hiram? Rachel? Are you both up? Hurry up. Come out for breakfast!"

Rachel, who had just put on some clothes, strode quickly to the door and opened it.

Joanna saw that Rachel was already dressed, so she walked in and looked around the room. "Rachel, where is Hiram?"

"He, erm... He's still in the bathroom!" Rachel answered without quite meeting Joanna's eyes, pretending to pick up the bag hanging on the wall.

'What's wrong with Hiram?

He usually washes up very quickly. What's taking him so long today?' Joanna thought to herself.

"Oh! Why did you throw the nightdress away? It's newly bought."

Joanna had personally selected the nightdress for Rachel, so she knew it very well. She went over to the trash to take a look. "Mom, please don't..."

Rachel tried to stop Joanna but it was too late, so she just covered her eyes with hands.

"Wow. It's all torn up. There's even a hole near the chest. Hiram was too aggressive," Joanna said as she threw the clothes back.

Then she turned to Rachel, who was obviously embarrassed, and said as if nothing had happened, "Come on, hurry up. Remind Hiram to come out for breakfast!"

After Joanna left the room, Rachel stared at the nightdress that had ruined her innocence and purity with spiteful eyes. She had only two nightdresses here; one was destroyed and the other didn't suit her, which meant that she need to bring her own nightdresses next time.

Finally, the bathroom door opened. Rachel turned towards the chief culprit with malicious eyes.

But...

"Why aren't you wearing your clothes?" Rachel said uneasily as she quickly averted her eyes. Hiram was naked. Rachel picked up her bag and walked out as she said, "Mom told you to come out for breakfast as soon as possible. Hurry up. They're waiting for us."

Hiram stared after Rachel as she left, wiping his hair with a towel. His bath towel had dropped to the bathroom floor accidentally, so he'd just thrown it directly. That's why he'd waited until his mother left to come out of the bathroom.

He always got angry easily right after waking up. If she just listened to him, everything would be okay. But if she kept arguing, things would be much worse.

But now, he could understand the reason why Rachel didn't believe him.

He couldn't help laughing bitterly. It seemed that the woman didn't know that she wasn't the only one treasuring the first time.

Hiram changed his clothes and walked out of the room. He frowned when he saw the person standing at the door. "Lydia, are you done with breakfast?" he asked. "Yeah. But Hiram, I want to talk to you." Lydia's eyes were red and swollen, making her beautiful pale appearance look pitiful. It was obvious that she had cried all night. "Fine. Follow me. Let's talk in the study," Hiram answered.

As soon as he opened the door to the study, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. There came the heartbreaking voice of Lydia again, "Hiram, you can't be with Rachel. I don't want you to be with her. Can you divorce her? Divorce her, will you?

You can't leave me. I've known that you're the man I want to marry ever since I was a child. You are my everything, my everything. Hiram, please don't leave me."

Hiram removed her hands, turned around and held her shoulders, trying to knock some sense into her. "Lydia, from the moment my parents brought you back, I've thought of you as my little sister. I do very care about you, but I would never marry you!"

"No! No! No!"

Lydia shook her head vigorously. She couldn't believe anything that was happening.

"Did that woman seduce you? Or did she threaten you to marry her? Hiram, other women are all dirty. You'll never know how many men she has slept with. But I'm different! I have always been pure and innocent!

Hiram..."

"Stop!" Hiram whispered, "Rachel is as pure and innocent as you. She is the wife my great-grandpa decided for me long ago. I married her in good faith to keep our promise."

"I knew it! I knew it! You married her because of the promise, not love, right?" Lydia asked with a smile, finding the loophole in his words.

Ever since they were children, Hiram had always been ignoring all women, except her.

"Whatever, she is my wife now. I have to be faithful to her, "Hiram answered with a sigh and loosened his grip on Lydia.

If it was any other woman, he wouldn't even have paid any attention to her. But Lydia was his sister, and they'd grown up together. He couldn't be hard on his family.

But it seemed that he needed to send her back to the United States, no matter how unwilling he was.

"Hiram." Lydia sniffled and wiped off her tears, before tiptoeing and stroking Hiram's face. "Hiram, my love, I will always wait for you," she promised.

"Hiram, hurry up, mom is calling you to--"

Rachel burst into the study after searching all the other rooms in the house for Hiram.

She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the two of them looking at each other with deep affection.

Hiram avoided Lydia's hands and turned to Rachel.

"Wait for me. I'm going down with you."

On her way to work, Rachel played with the air-conditioning vent in the car out of boredom. She looked at Hiram, who was driving the car, and said, "Your great and considerate younger sister seems to be very into you."

"What do you mean?" Hiram asked. He took a oblique glance at her before returning his focus to the road.

"I think that you should consider marrying her after our divorce," Rachel said as her slender fingers glided cross the black vent. 000---I---------