Such a Rude and Noisy Woman
Chapter 210 I’m Hungry, Honey!

Hiram felt disappointed at being interrupted by the call. He gave Rachel a peck on her cheek and said, "I'm going upstairs to work out. Will you join me later?"

Rachel pouted but nodded to him. "Okay, let me answer my call first!"

Grabbing her phone, she threw herself onto her bed and picked the call up.

Celine screamed into the phone as if she was going to jump right out of it.

"Rachel! When did you take all these wedding photos? They're fabulous! And who was the man lifting your hemline for you? He looks like Clare Pei. Did you add him into the photo with Photoshop? But I'm zooming in on the photo and it does look like a real Clare. Tell me right now, was it him or not?"

Afraid that Celine would make her go deaf, Rachel kept her phone away from her ear and said, "It's absolutely him! Believe me! I'll send you a photo of Clare and me later. You can see it yourself!" "What?! Are you telling the truth? You took a photo with Clare? You're so dead, Rachel! Why did you go to meet Clare without me? I can't believe it!" Celine shouted. She'd always been a huge fan of Clare Pei.

Rachel laughed guiltily, and to comfort Celine, she said, "Next time, I'll bring you with me. I was in a rush last time, and had no time to pick you up."

"You'd better remember this! I'm going to hold you to it. Fine! Did you at least get his autograph for me?" Celine asked eagerly.

"Of course! I've several, and you can take as many as you like," Rachel replied delightedly.

Celine felt satisfied, because she'd been longing for Clare's signature for a long time. Then, she said, "Rachel, there's something I want to tell you, but it's not good news.

Fiona, some other colleagues and I had an argument with the director of our company the other day. On payday, we all found that our salary was 1000 bucks less than usual, so I went to ask him why. He said that the remaining salary would be paid at the end of this year. You should've seen his face when he said that. I wanted to punch him!

I begged him again and again. You know, most of us are barely making ends meet and we're really depending on this salary to pay our rent. It was cruel of them to withhold some of our salary like that. It feels like they're afraid of us leaving suddenly." Hearing Celine's complaint, Rachel sat up on her bed and put the photos away. "What happened after that? How are you doing now?"

"I told him we would quit if they're going to act like this, and I also told him to keep the money himself!" Celine said. But feeling a little guilty, she added, "Dear Rachel, to tell you the truth, I only dared to shout at my boss like that because you would back me up. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had the courage."

Rachel laughed and said, "You're right. I'll back you up. Since things are going like this, come and work with me as soon as possible. Bring all our colleagues who are suffering. The studio is available at any time. And if they're treating us this way, we don't need to stay faithful to them, so bring as many of our clients as possible with us."

If a boss cherished his employees and treated them fairly, then they would be on good terms when they left, but now, it seemed unnecessary.

"I knew we could always depend on you, Rachel. Don't worry! I have my backup plans, you know!" Celine said confidently.

Rachel knew about her plans, but didn't agree. She thought that they shouldn't do that to a company they had worked at for three years.

She hung up and put her phone on the table. Stretching, she opened her wardrobe to replace her sportswear.

But to her surprise, she found two new handbags in it.

Even before putting a hand on them, she knew they must cost a lot. But unlike the luxury bags upstairs, these two handbags were modest and closer to the kind of handbags she usually used.

Rachel thought over it for a long moment before she realized that Hiram probably felt that the bag she took to work every day was too humble for her now.

'From now on, I've to pay more attention to my appearance,' she thought with a hint of nostalgia for the days when she didn't care much about fashion.

Then, Rachel went to the gym on the third floor to join Hiram.

Hiram was doing chest exercises when she came in. Seeing him flex the strong muscles on his arms, Rachel thought to herself, 'It's no wonder he can hold me up so easily.

It is the result of all these hard exercises.

No one is born perfect, even if they look perfect all the time.'

She squatted down on the ground and watched Hiram work out for a while. She licked her lips, feeling the temperature rising as she watched him. Then she said, "I'm hungry, honey..."

Hiram took a deep breath and stopped. He turned to Rachel without standing up, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What? You're hungry? For what?"

He looked into Rachel's eyes, thinking she was turned on after watching him exercise.

"I'm hungry! It means I want to eat something!" Rachel exclaimed, trying to divert his thoughts from where they were clearly wandering to.

Hiram burst into laughter at her words. "You haven't even started exercising and you're already hungry?"

Rachel nodded. She had only had a little to eat at supper, and now, she had the strong desire to eat something delicious.

"You're really a little foodie! I thought you would work out hard since you've changed your clothes!" Hiram smiled and stood up, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with his hands.

"Okay, tell me what you want to eat. I think we can manage it, since it's not late yet." Hiram reached out for a bottle of water on the rack and watched Rachel as she thought hard.

Rachel took a look at the clock on the wall. It was a little past nine. If they went out in their car now, it would be late when they came back. She decided not to take the trouble. "Forget it! Instant noodles will be fine for me." Hiram frowned and said, "No, no instant noodles! Let's go! I know a fancy restaurant that's open all the time."

He took Rachel's hand and headed to the door.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Rachel found that she wasn't the only one who wanted to grab something to eat at this time. The place was crowded with people.

It was filled with mostly young couples, who were sitting together and chatting with each other closely.

Rachel ordered two dishes, which were served quickly. Hiram, who didn't feel hungry, just sat there and watched her eat.

The dishes tasted great. Rachel knew that the restaurants recommended by Hiram would never disappoint her, and besides, she had never ever thought that she would have dinner at such a restaurant before.

While she was enjoying her dinner, a loud bang from the next table shocked her, and she raised her head to see what happened.

A man and a woman were sitting together and having their dinner, but another man wearing a pair of glasses was standing in front of them and shouting at them.

"Can you tell me who this fucking guy is, my dear wife?" The man with glasses looked to be in his thirties. He was shouting at the woman while pointing at the man sitting beside her.

There were broken beer bottles on the ground.

Frowned at them, Hiram then turned to Rachel and asked, "Can we leave now?"

Rachel stopped eating and put her chopsticks on the table, but instead of standing up, she turned to look at them.

"He, he's just a colleague from work. Please let me explain! There's nothing going on between us. We're just having dinner together after work. You must believe me!" the woman explained hurriedly, shifting away from the man sitting next to her.

"A colleague? Do you think I'm stupid? You're cheating on me with another guy, and you want me to believe you! I'm such an idiot!I've been working hard every day to support you and our kids, but look at what you did to me! You're having dinner with some other guy instead of coming home!" The husband could barely catch his breath, and his face was turning red with anger.

But the other man, who looked bland in appearance, calmly said, "Don't be so mad! I admit that I have a crush on her. I can't deny that it hurts me to see her going home every day after work, cooking, cleaning and doing the laundry, while all you care about is making money. You make her do everything for you at home and shout at her all the time. You never care about her! Yes, it's not right for me to come between you two, but I don't think I'm the only one at fault here!

I love her, and I care about her feelings! If you don't cherish her anymore, please leave her alone."

What the other man said seemed to embarrass the husband, because his face turned pale and he couldn't seem to utter another word. Out of rage, he pointed his finger at his wife and the other man, kicked the table over and left.

After the husband left, the other man pulled the woman into his arms and patted her on her shoulder. "Don't be upset. I won't put you into a dilemma. Whether you get divorced or not is up to you."

After watching the whole scene, Rachel quietly turned back and glanced at Hiram.

She didn't know who she was supposed to feel pity for. The husband was simple-minded and didn't know how to manage a family, the wife was hardworking but ignored by her husband, and the other man loved her but would rather stay by her side silently than ask her to choose.

Rachel knew it was a complicated situation, but one thing was clear: women deserved care all the time.

While she was thinking, Hiram held her hand and they walked out of the restaurant together.

"Hiram, if I tell you I fall in love with another guy one day, what would you do to me?"

Rachel asked boldly. 0000000