Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 96 I'm Sorry For Crashing Your Maybach

"Hiram, are you crazy? Do you know what are you doing?" Rachel shouted when she saw the blood

spreading on the floor. Hiram had been cutting his own arm with a knife! Blood was running down and

dropping on the floor.

Rachel was startled and horrified by Hiram's irrational behavior. She rushed up to him and snatched

the knife away from his hand before she figured out what was really going on.

She noticed that an overturned medical kit lay on the floor. She picked up the gauze bandage without

any hesitation and began to bind up his bleeding arm.

There were two wounds on his arm, one was deep and the other superficial. The deep one was still

bleeding; the other one was covered with dried blood. It pained Rachel to see Hiram hurting himself like

that.

Hiram was in a confused state of mind and slumped on the floor. He sat there and looked at Rachel

numbly. Her face turned pale out of fear. She knelt on the ground and got busy dealing with Hiram's

wounds.

"What are you doing here?" Hiram asked after a while.

Although he had not totally recovered yet, he could definitely not fail to recognize her.

"I come and see you bleeding to death, but I can't be so cold-hearted, " Rachel said crossly. Only when

she had finished the treatment to Hiram's wounds could she relax a little bit.

She stood up to fetch a towel from the bathroom. She saw the bathtub in which there were ice blocks

that hadn't melted completely. She stretched out her hand to feel the water. It was bitterly cold.

Carl said Hiram had been drugged. She guessed that Hiram had tried to suppress the effect of the drug

by bathing with the ice cold water.

Rachel soaked the towel, wrung it and then came back to Hiram. Hiram was leaning against the table,

while holding his head with one hand and the other one clenching tightly. He looked quite miserable.

Rachel shook her head and said to herself, 'Why bother himself like that?'

As such a wealthy man, he could find any girl to quench his sexual desire that was triggered by the

drug. However, he would rather hurt himself than be touched by some other woman.

And he was too proud to ask for her help. Could it be that this man put his dignity before his life?

Rachel mopped the perspiration from his forehead with the wet towel. They were so close that she

could hear the heavy breathing that he was trying hard to suppress.

She continued to mop the blood from his body. She could clearly feel that his hands were trembling

unconsciously because of her touch.

Suddenly, Rachel put down the towel. Then she held his waist with her hands and pressed her face

against his chest. He shivered and stretched out his hands subconsciously as if an invisible power was

dragging them towards her.

Just as he was about to embrace her, he stopped suddenly. "You go. I don't want to hurt you once

again."

"You have paid $100 million to me. Have you forgotten? You have spent large amount of money. Are

you willing to give up accepting the service that you have bought?" Rachel raised her head and looked

at Hiram. The man was at the verge of exploding, but he pretended to be calm.

His body was hot like burning coal.

Hiram took a deep breath and turned his head away to avoid eye contact with Rachel. Suddenly, he felt This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

something cool and soft touching his cheek and then moving to his dry and hot lips. Her gentle kisses

relieved his thirst just like the spring rain nourished the earth.

He felt comfortable and relieved. A bathtub of ice water failed to cool him down, but her kisses cooled

him down.

Rachel stopped when she found Hiram was not responding to her. She pouted and gazed at him. "The

drug has already poisoned your brain. Right? Or you really don't want me. If that is what you are

thinking. Then I'll go.''

After saying that, Rachel released him and was about to walk away. Hiram held her back and

embraced her immediately before she turned around.

"Well, I'll try to be gentle." Hiram said at her ear in a hoarse voice. Then he took her up and walked to

the bedroom.

The next morning was here.

The warm sunshine passed through the window and shone on the bed covered with a white quilt.

Rachel was still sleeping with her head resting comfortably in the crook of Hiram's arm, and one of her

legs sticking out of the quilt, while Hiram was lying awake beside Rachel. He was enjoying the sight of

her lovely face and feeling her regular soft breath touching his chest.

Hiram didn't sleep the whole night. He felt the essence of her in the darkness and kept his eyes on her

when day broke.

He prayed in his heart that she would sleep longer, so that he could watch her longer.

But soon he found her eyes fluttering and then she woke up. She was dazed at first, but was soon wide

awake when she realized that he was looking at her. She sat up at once, rubbed her eyes and

stretched herself with a yawn.

"Are you feeling better now?" She asked.

"Much better." Hiram replied, sitting up to massage his stiff arm.

Rachel sighed in relief. Then she got dressed and went to the bathroom to wash her face and rinse her

mouth. When she came out, Hiram had already dressed himself.

"Stay for breakfast, and then I'll drive you home." Thinking that Rachel might have come by taxi the

previous night, Hiram offered the suggestion while rolling up his sleeve.

Rachel pulled a car key out of her trouser pocket and shook it in front of his eyes. "No, thanks. I'll drive

home myself. I borrowed the Santana from my neighbor. He wants his car this morning, so I have to

return home as soon as possible."

Hearing what Rachel said, Hiram stopped to glance at the old key. He said nothing and turned away.

Rachel put away the key and walked out of the room.

When she arrived at the parking lot, she saw her Santana instantly. Seeing the car perfectly placed in

the parking space, she couldn't help praising herself mentally. She remembered that there were lots of

cars when she arrived last night. She seldom drove herself and wasn't good at it. At this time, the other

cars were already out of the parking lot, Except for Hiram's Maybach which was parked not far away.

Rachel pulled out the key and unlocked the car. She tried several times to start the car, but failed. 'I'm a

person who deserves no praise, ' she said to herself.

She tried several more times, and finally the car started.

But Rachel felt that she had somehow forgotten how to drive. She couldn't even tell the brake and the

accelerator apart now. However, she had driven the car here successfully last night despite being

worried about Hiram. What an amazing thing!

Just as she was trying to figure out what to do, a big bang shocked her.

Her car crashed into the door of the Maybach! She had focused on the brake and the accelerator lying

at her feet, but totally forgot to keep away from the only other car in the parking lot.

The hood of the old Santana was damaged as she had expected. She leaned against the back of the

seat and took a long breath.

A security guard came and knocked at her window. "Get out of the car. Be quick. There are only two

cars in this large parking lot, but you successfully crashed into the other one. I suspect you did that on

purpose.

What's more, you crashed a Maybach. You're really a good driver!" he said with a sneer.

The security guard informed the front desk about the accident via a walkie talkie. "Inform the guest of

room 7066 that his car was damaged by another car crashing into it.. Call him down to deal with the

accident."

"What? That Maybach was crashed? By which car? Is the driver a man or a woman?" The chirpy girl at

the front desk asked him a string of questions. Not only would Mr. Rong be livid at the damage to his

car but he would never let the culprit go scot free.

"An old Santana driven by a girl." The security guard replied in a low voice while putting one of his hand

over the walkie talkie.

Rachel had already got out of the car. She noticed that there was a dent on the door of the Maybach.

She scratched her head. At the same time, her phone rang.

"Hello, Wilson, I understand that you want your car. I'm sorry. I'll be right back!"

She hung up the phone. Then she walked up to the security guard and said to him, "Sir, I'm pressed for

time. Can you let me go? I know the owner of the Maybach. When he comes down, you tell him that I

hit his car. He knows me well and knows how to contact me too. He will not be hard on you."

Rachel was about to leave. But the guard prevented her. "Are you kidding? How do I know you're

telling the truth? I won't let you go. Just wait till the owner comes; then we will see how to deal with the

accident."

Just as Rachel was worrying about what to do, she caught sight of Hiram who was walking towards

them.