Rachel sat on the bed while holding the quilt. Confused, she looked at the man lying beside her. She poked him in the arm, and said, "Wake up. Why are you here?"
As a light sleeper, the man opened his eyes instantly. He glanced at her and said, "Since you are awake, help yourself with these pills." Then he turned over and went back to sleep.
Rachel was wide awake now. She turned her head towards the bedside table made of red sandalwood while massaging her aching head with her hand. She noticed several different medicines, some for cold and some for fever, and half a cup of cold water.
She realized she was down with a fever. No wonder her body was aching all over.
She tried to recall what had happened last night. But the alcohol and illness took away her memory.
The mess in her room and the water stains told the truth. She got drunk last night. What a shame! She forgot herself in front of Hiram. At the same time, she realized that it was Hiram who looked after her in illness.
How could it be possible? That man couldn't be so kind-hearted.
But, if it was not him, then who could it be? There were only the two of them in that big house. And the man lying on her bed looked tired. She had to admit that he could also be kind at times.
She looked at the watch. It was already 9:30. Fortunately, it was weekend, sparing her the trouble of asking for a leave of absence from her boss.
She was starving.
Rachel combed her messy hair with her hand and got out of bed. She walked slowly and held her waist like a pregnant woman. Her whole body was aching. It must be a terrible fever, she thought.
She forced her stiff body to the bathroom, and then to the kitchen to cook herself some porridge. After that, she went back to her room to get some rest. She took a blanket and lay down on the couch. She felt dizzy and wanted to sleep.
However, she was not accustomed to sleeping with a man in her room. She picked up her phone to pass the time. The man lying on the bed distracted her. She stared at him blankly, trying to recollect what happened last night. She remembered the harsh words he had said to her and the visible disgust in his eyes.
But, he took care of her last night. Perhaps, he was not as bad as she thought.
However, she immediately denied that sentiment. Rachel shook her head and found that she was being too soft in labeling him as a kind man. Anyone would lend a hand to an ill roommate. He did what anyone in his situation would do.
The sleeping man woke up by the smell of the porridge. When Rachel came out from the kitchen with a bowl of porridge in her hand, he was already sitting at the table. Obviously, she didn't intend to invite him to share the breakfast. That dissatisfied him.
"I spent the whole night taking care of you. Don't you think you should express some appreciation and gratitude towards me?" Hiram with his slightly messy hair looked more amiable compared to the well-dressed and overcritical guy look he usually bore. But his piercing brown eyes remained the same.
Slowly moving her heavy body, Rachel walked to the table. She kept the bowl on it and sat down. "If my memory serves me right, you didn't tell me the password of the gate. Right? And you also refused to drive me home. Am I right?
So you should be blamed for my illness. Isn't that right?"
Rachel was offended by that shameless man. She picked up the spoon and began to eat, leaving him speechless in his chair.
Hiram glanced at her, he stood up and then walked towards the kitchen himself. It wasn't possible that she cooked just one bowl.
And he was right. There was a pot of porridge.
He served himself a bowl, and then deliberately sat opposite Rachel.
"The password is 785436. You are not allowed to take anyone home without my permission." he said suddenly.
Rachel raised her head while smiling. The porridge she prepared could serve two people. She was not a mean girl after all. But she hadn't expected that a breakfast could earn her the password. No matter how she got it, now she could get into the house freely.
"I'm away from work these two days. I want to buy some daily necessities and clothes. Can you lend me one of your cars?" She said to him, observing him secretly and carefully.
Hiram was eating the porridge. It was delicious. He realized that she was really good at cooking.
"Wait a minute. I'm also going to the department store. Let's go together." He replied.
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