Such a Rude and Noisy Woman novel Chapter 357

Hiram was holding a wineglass in the bar. He sat on the chair, looking at Rachel, who just had a little alcohol and now was dancing crazily in the middle of the dance floor.

Rachel had never done this before. She was going wild but somehow she felt that it was a good way to let go of some of her emotions and just relax herself.

Suddenly, Hiram put the wineglass on the bar and strode towards the floor, ignoring all the sexy ladies who were trying to hit on him.

The ladies thought that he was going to dance, so they followed him with excitement. They knew that dancing was the perfect way for them to have closer physical contact with him.

Hiram walked through the crowd. In the middle of it, Rachel was dancing happily, unaware that she was now flanked by two men. Hiram grabbed Rachel's arms and pulled her into his arms. He said to Rachel,"Are you done? Come on, let's go home."

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm having a great time here. Now that you're here, join me!" Rachel grabbed Hiram's hand and kept swaying with the music.

But Hiram was uncertain. "Are you sure?"

"Yes?" Rachel was also confused. Why would Hiram ask her such a question? Then she saw the other ladies who had followed Hiram to the dance floor and had now surrounded the two of them.

Hiram was handsome and attractive. In the crowd, he was like a crane standing among chickens. When he first arrived, he became the focus of everyone's attention, especially the ladies.

"Well, you know what? Forget about it. Let's go home!" Looking around the other ladies drooling with eagerness and desire for her husband, Rachel grabbed Hiram's hand and they walked away from the crowd.

Hiram raised his eyebrows and looked at Rachel who was anxious to leave. He couldn't help smiling. It felt good seeing Rachel jealous and possessive of him. He then held her shoulders and walked out of the bar with her.

It had stopped raining outside the bar, but it was still hazy.

Rachel took a deep breath. She felt that she was much more relaxed now. She turned around to look at Hiram who was standing next to her and looking at her too. He asked her,"Are you hungry? There is a cake shop up ahead. Let's go and get some. You can eat it on our way home."

Before Rachel gave her answer, Hiram had already grabbed her hand and pulled her to the shop and waited in line.

Looking at Hiram who was walking in front of her and holding her hand, Rachel felt secure. Since it had stopped raining, there were more people on the street now.

When Hiram and Rachel had arrived at the famous cake shop, Hiram took out his cell phone and said to Rachel,"Can you wait here? I need to make a phone call. I'll be right back."

Rachel nodded her head, watching Hiram walking away to make a phone call.

There were just three people in front of her. Because it just stopped raining, not many people were waiting in line.

A few minutes later, it was Rachel's turn. Rachel had picked some for each flavor, among which were her favorites and then some of her children's favorites as well. When she was going to pay, she searched her pocket but found nothing! She had left her purse in the car.

And it was Hiram who paid the bill in the bar, so she didn't realize it until now.

"Ma'am, it's $180." The saleslady said to Rachel.

When Rachel found nothing in her jeans pocket, she searched the pocket of her shirt. While she was searching, Hiram, still on the phone, walked towards her and gave her his wallet. Then he walked away to continue the phone call.

Rachel took the wallet from him. It was very unfamiliar to her. Although Rachel saw Hiram's wallet many times when he changed clothes, she never opened it.

Rachel respected Hiram's privacy very much. And as for his cell phone and computer, she would check them once in a while. But most of the time, she wouldn't do that.

"Ma'am? It's $180 all together." The saleslady reminded Rachel, smiling. "Ma'am? There are people waiting behind you."

"Oh, sure sure. I'm sorry!" Rachel opened the brown wallet. There were over ten hundred-dollar bills in it. She took out two and gave them to the saleslady.

When she got the change, she put them back in the wallet. When she opened the wallet, she happened to see a picture in the wallet inserts.

To be more specific, it was a sketch drawing.

The beauty of the person in the drawing was displayed perfectly by the few brushstrokes.