Chapter 164 I Want A Divorce (1/2)

”Hiram, your clothes are all wet. You'd better go and get changed, ” Chad said, walking over. Hiram was standing still in front of Rachel's hotel room door, not realizing or caring about the water dripping from his shirt.

Hearing Chad's voice, Hiram pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned to him. ”Stay here for me. Give me a call immediately if something is up. I'm going to change my clothes.”

Chad nodded. He sighed as he watched Hiram walk away.

He knew that it wasn't going to be easy for Rachel to get over this. Being kidnapped, having guns pointed at her head, having a bomb strapped onto her, being almost raped by a countryman in a rural area, seeing Daniel get beaten up, and being drugged... Even though Chad was familiar with such things, what Rachel had gone through seemed like something that could only happen in a movie.

Inside the room...

After taking the pill Hiram gave her, Rachel managed to get some sleep, although she tossed and turned the whole night. It was nine the next morning when she woke up.

Rachel felt her head swirling and rubbed it with both hands. Her stomach started to rumble. She couldn't remember the last time she ate something, so she quickly got up to get ready.

She saw a set of new clothes folded neatly on a chair, from underwear to coat.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, and then put on the clothes that had been set out for her before opening the door.

She was taken aback when she found Hiram standing right in front of it, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He was gazing ahead, lost in his thought.

It seemed he had been standing here the whole night.

Hearing the door open, Hiram pulled himself back to reality and looked at Rachel.

”You must be starving. Let's go and have breakfast, ” he said, holding her hand and walking towards the dining hall on the other end of the corridor.

He had barely taken a step when Rachel pulled her hand out of his. Instead of trying again, he shoved his hand back into his pocket and tried to fall into step with her.

But Rachel slowed down, walking at least three or four steps behind him on purpose.

At the dining hall, Rachel hardly took a seat when the dishes were served one by one. The table was ladden with food in less than three minutes.

A middle-aged waitress smiled at Rachel and said, ”Here you are, my dear madam. We have been preparing dishes since last night. Your husband was worried that you couldn't sleep and might want to eat.”

She was about to continue, intending to divulge more, but with a cold glance from Hiram, she shut up and gestured the other waitresses to leave with her.

Rachel had't said a word till now. She took a bowl of rice and began eating, reaching for the dishes on the table once in a while. Her full focus