Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Hiram pensively looked at the dates she searched. He saw that the latest search was made two days ago. Truly annoyed, he turned off her phone and put it on the nightstand beside him. The other day, he learned from his men that Rachel had visited the explosion site.

Hiram was convinced that she wasn't over Patrick's death yet.

Or, she wished that Patrick had survived the explosion.

He couldn't bear the thought anymore. He couldn't bear the fact that his wife was thinking of another man from time to time, even if he had already dead.

Hiram got up right away and grabbed her phone. In a hurry, he headed to the other bedroom. He pushed the door lightly until it opened. Rachel didn't lock it. It was pitch-dark inside.

With the light from the corridor, he saw her lying on her stomach on the bed. It seemed that she had fallen asleep already.

Hiram cautiously walked closer to the bed and without creating any sound, put Rachel's phone on the bedside table. Then, he sat down on the other side of her bed. Instead of leaving, he gazed at Rachel, whose breathing became heavy and more rhythmical. In her dream, Rachel felt something itchy was running gently down her cheek. Then, like a person afflicted with parasomnia, she reached out her hand, grabbed it and placed it on her chest. Then, she went back to her dream.

It was always true that some people were born to like sleeping with something under or over them, like their pillow or their partner's leg or waist.

Unfortunately, Rachel happened to be one of them.

Hiram raised his eyebrows and tried to take out his hand off her chest. Before he could take his hand back, he accidentally touched one of her sleekly full breasts, which made him hold his breath.

He released his breath with a gulp and noticed that a certain part of him grew bigger. His eyes widened at the enticing sight of Rachel. All of a sudden, he snatched the covers off her and satisfied his strong sexual urge.

The next morning came as usual. The bright sunshine kissed Rachel's cheeks and awakened her.

Rachel stretched herself on the bed. She pulled the cover over her head to avoid the glaring morning sunlight. Rubbing her cheeks with both hands, she felt shameful that she had a vivid dream of having sex last night, and it was intense.

For a moment, she thought that she really had sex since Hiram was back last night. But then, she was firmly convinced that all she had was a dream because of the empty space by her side.

After she got up, Rachel decided to prepare the breakfast for the twins. But, from upstairs she saw that Emma and the other servants already prepared and served food on the dining table, thus she gave up the thought.

Instead, she went to the twins' room. She found that Jonny, by himself, had already put on his day clothes and was seated beside Joyce on her bed. The twins talked gregariously.

Joyce, on the other hand, was still lying under her quilt. In the morning, the little girl always felt too lazy to get out of her bed. Joyce chuckled at Jonny.

"Morning, my little sweethearts! What are you talking about? Both of you look cheerful! Can you tell Mommy?" Rachel interrupted and asked with a big smile as she approached them.

"Mommy, Jonny told me that he became Ultraman in his dreams last night!" Joyce said quickly and chuckled. She really couldn't keep any secret to herself.

Rachel gently rubbed her hair and inquired, "Really? But why are you chuckling?"

"Hi, hi, hi, I told him that even if he were Ultraman, he would be a baby Ultraman, and he couldn't defeat any monster!" Joyce explained briskly and continued to chuckle. Jonny was gloomy, and said disapprovingly, "But I'll grow up! I'll become a big man in the future and then I can protect Mommy!"

"Will you? But, why would you protect Mommy instead of me?" Joyce asked and she pursed her lips.

"Listen, Emma told me that you would marry someone when you grew up, and your husband will protect you!" Jonny replied, as he scratched his little head to think it over.

Joyce burst into tears upon hearing his words. She got up from the bed and wrapped her arms around Rachel's neck, crying, "Mommy, Mommy, I don't want to get married! I'll never get married, and I'll stay with you forever!"

"But, Joyce, Emma said that girls would get married later on, just as Mommy married Daddy! Am I right, Mommy?" Jonny explained seriously and he didn't realize that he had broken his sister's heart.

"I don't want to get married! I told you that! Even if I want to get married one day, I'll marry Daddy!" Joyce cried out as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Hiram, her daddy was good looking and was always good to her. Joyce had made up in her innocent mind to marry her daddy when she grew up and, wouldn't consider anyone else.

"Mrs. Rong, someone's waiting for you outside," Emma suddenly came in and told Rachel.

Rachel's smile was frozen for a moment and said, "Okay, Emma. I'm going downstairs. Please take care of them for me!"

Then she walked out of the kids' room and went down.

"Charlie, why are you here?" Rachel blurted in surprise. she never expected that Gavin's butler would come to see her. "Madam Rachel, can we have a little talk outside?"

Charlie bowed to her and asked politely, pointing his forefinger outside.

Rachel glanced at the two servants who were cleaning the house, then she nodded and walked with Charlie to go outside.

"Madam, Mr. Gavin wants me to deliver a message to you, and hopes you will carefully think about it," Charlie said to her while in the courtyard.

"Okay, please go ahead, Charlie." Rachel said calmly. She had prepared for it. She had known it wouldn't be good news since Gavin sent Charlie to deliver a message and the latter asked her to go out. Otherwise, he would have told her directly inside the house. Charlie felt sort of embarrassed as he gazed at Rachel, because he got the impression that Rachel was a polite and thoughtful girl. If her mother didn't do that to Landy, he believed that the Rong Family was blessed by God to have a daughter-in-law like her. However, chance had a clever way to make things difficult for them.

"Madam, I know you're eager to get your mother out of prison, and I'm here to provide you a way. But, there is one condition." Charlie said.

Hearing that he knew how to get Fannie out, Rachel asked nervously, "What condition?"

"Mr. Gavin promised that he would get rid all the evidences that he got, and then, your mother will be free to go. But, you need to take Fannie away with you and never come back to H City or Mr. Hiram again."

Rachel knotted her brows at his words, and wondered what made them call it a condition. It was a blatant blackmail. She disagreed, "Charlie, Hiram's my husband, we have two kids, and this is my home! But, you ask me to leave this house with my mother. Why would you call it a condition? It's a definite blackmail!"

"Take it easy, madam! If you're reluctant to give up all you have now, there is another offer. You have to renounce your mother. That is to say, you must promise that you'll never lend a hand on her. Then, you can still be Mr. Hiram's wife, and it won't change," Charlie continued to talk.

Rachel retorted with a smile on her face, "What will happen if I say no to both of your offers?"

"Madam, do not give me your answer right away. We still have time before the lawsuit is formalized. Please take your time and think it over. It won't be late then," Charlie said slowly.

"No, I don't need time to think! And, I'll never agree! Charlie, please extend that decision to Gavin. My mother's my family and I'll never leave her alone. And my kids too. I'll never give up on them, not even one of them!"

Rachel said with a firm voice and without a second thought.

It was impossible for her to renounce Fannie and turn a deaf ear on her.

It was also impossible for her to leave Hiram and the twins.

"If this is your answer, Madam, I'm afraid that you will have to watch your mother being thrown into prison. Please excuse me but I won't be able to stay any longer!" Charlie said. Then, he nodded to Rachel before he turned around and walked to his car which was parked in front of the house.

Watching Charlie's car drove away, Rachel felt a pain in her heart as if, it was pierced by a sharp needle. She was so hurt that she couldn't catch her breath.

She raised her head to look at the sky to hold back her tears.

She convinced herself, 'Don't cry, Rachel! Don't you ever cry. You must keep your head up high at this time!'☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐