Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 402 Meeting You In My Drunken Dream

Rachel slowly stuck her head out to take a peek at the hallway. Chad and Carl were no longer there.

When she was about to step out, the door of the suite suddenly opened. Surprised, Rachel jumped

back inside.

"Carl, have you ever seen Hiram drink that much?" Chad sighed and asked Carl, who came out of the

suite with him.

"No. Hiram's ability to hold his liquor is impressive. He seldom gets drunk, especially during times like

tonight. But honestly, it's the first time that I've seen him like this." Carl sighed.

"Don't lock the door. Let's go and have dinner first before we come back to check on him. He is asleep

now. I think it will be morning when he wakes up." Chad said to Carl.

Carl nodded and left the door open before he followed Chad to the elevator.

The floor they were on, only had the VIP suites. People couldn't come to this floor if they didn't have a

special access card.

When she heard the elevator close, Rachel stepped forward from where she was hiding and looked

around. When she made sure that there was no one else in the hallway, she quickly tiptoed to the half-

open door of Hiram's room.

She could feel her heart beating very fast.

Rachel closed her eyes. She didn't have the courage to hold the door knob until she took two deep

breaths.

'Don't be scared, Rachel. You got this. You heard Chad and Carl just now. Hiram is drunk and he's

sleeping now.'

Rachel tried to calm herself down. She just wanted to see him. Nothing more.

She pushed the door lightly and it opened with a soft creak.

Right now, Rachel felt as if she had ants in her pants. She was extremely nervous and uneasy. She

closed the door carefully. She looked at the empty living room as well as the shoe rack next to the door

where she saw his favorite leather shoes.

She also saw his jacket on the clothes rack.

Rachel walked to the clothes rack. She touched his jacket and smelled it. It had the lingering scent of

his perfume. She missed it so much.

Suddenly, Rachel heard a noise from the bedroom. She wanted to turn around and leave.

But when she heard a loud thud, she stopped.

Finally, Rachel gave in to her curiosity and decided to open the door and sneaked a peek into the

bedroom.

Hiram had fallen down from the bed. He was lying on the floor, with knitted brows and a pained look.

He wanted to stand up, but he was so drunk that he couldn't even lift his head.

Rachel finally decided to do something.

She pushed the door and walked inside.

Hiram was really drunk. He wanted to stand up by holding the edge of the bed, but he failed. Instead,

he pulled down the quilt which fell on him along with a few pillows.

Rachel walked to Hiram. She was nervous and her hands were shaking. She put her hands under his

arms in an attempt to help him stand up.

However, with a height of six feet, he was too tall and too strong for Rachel to help up. And Rachel

easily got exhausted from helping him that she sat on the floor to catch her breath.

Rachel was breathing heavily. She looked at Hiram who was lying on the floor, with his eyes closed.

And she couldn't help crying. Her face was now filled with tears. She touched his face gently, her whole

body trembling.

"Hiram, I'm sorry. I know that I hurt you beyond words. I am also hurting more than you'll ever know!"

Tears kept falling down from Rachel's face, out of her control. Some of them trickled down on Hiram's

clothes and some on his face.

Hiram, who was drunk, slowly opened his eyes. He squinted, staring at the woman in front of him.

"Let me help you sit up. It's cold on the floor." Rachel wiped off the tears with the back of her hand

before she gathered all her strength to hold him.

And Hiram succeeded standing up this time with the help of Rachel. He then fell on the bed, looking at

her with his deep eyes.

But he was so drunk that he had a blurred vision. He shook his head, trying to look at Rachel more

clearly.

Rachel knocked the dust off Hiram's clothes and moved his feet to the bed. She was still crying and it

took all she had got to control herself. She took a deep breath and tucked him in.

Then she heard Hiram saying,"Rachel. My wife. You're back, finally."

Although Hiram couldn't see clearly, he was pretty sure that the woman in front of him was Rachel.

Rachel trembled hearing his words. She turned around, ready to leave.

But Hiram grabbed her hand and pulled her back to bed. "Rachel, is it you? Are you back? You finally

came back? Really? Answer me!"

Hiram was holding her so tight that Rachel couldn't sit up. She could smell the alcohol in his breath as

he spoke haltingly.

Rachel was confused, unsure whether Hiram was drunk or not. 'Is he really aware that it's me?'

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you want to say something to me? You're so cruel and ruthless,

Rachel. Remember what you told me before? As long as I trust you, you will never leave me for the

rest of your life."

Hiram's vision was blurred as if covered with clouds. He pinched Rachel's chin as he looked at her.

Rachel looked at the mist in his eyes. She was sure that Hiram was drunk talking. He would probably

not remember any of this.

"Hiram, please don't be mad at me. When Gavin is no longer angry at me, I'll go back home. How am I

willing to leave you and our children?" said Rachel. She managed to smile at Hiram, with tears in her

eyes.

Rachel touched Hiram's face. She missed this face so much and wanted to gaze at it forever.

Hiram looked at Rachel, half awake. With all that alcohol, he couldn't think clearly. He just kept staring

at Rachel. Then he loosened his hand, which was pinching Rachel's chin, reached up and kissed her.

At this moment, Rachel heard someone talking from the other room.

"Chad, could you go inside to check on Hiram? I want to make a phone call to auntie Joanna.

Otherwise, she will get worried."

Rachel's eyes widened in shock as she realized that Carl and Chad had returned to the suite.

She gathered all her strength to push Hiram away. She looked around in panic searching for a place

where she could hide.

She saw the curtains.

Seconds later, Chad walked inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hiram, who was lying in

bed with his eyes closed. Chad walked towards Hiram and asked him. "Hiram, do you want some

water? How about I bring you a cup of tea?"

Hiram opened his eyes and looked around the bedroom. He shouted with his husky voice. "Rachel,

Rachel…"

"Hiram, are you dreaming again? We haven't found Rachel yet. We'll keep looking tomorrow. North Sea

City isn't a big city. As long as she is here, we're sure to find her." Chad tried to comfort Hiram.

Hiram closed his eyes sadly. He believed that he was dreaming. How could Rachel show up in his

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Why was this dream so short?

Hiram felt dizzy. He wasn't able to think things clearly for now. He waved his hand at Chad and

said,"Get out."

Chad sighed before he tucked Hiram in and walked out.

When Chad left, Rachel, hiding behind the curtain, breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped off the sweat on

her forehead. She carefully stepped out and looked around the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, Hiram rested one of his hands on his forehead with his eyes closed. He was

breathing heavily.

Rachel walked on tiptoe from the curtain. She wanted to walk to the door to see whether Chad and Carl

were still outside. If they weren't, Rachel could leave.

But as she put her hand on the doorknob, Rachel heard a voice behind her.

"Where are you going?"