Such a Rude and Noisy Woman

Chapter 157 The Mountain Man Named Woolf

"Are you serious?" Woolf asked. He couldn't believe it was true.

The man who had brought Rachel there said to him with a smile, "You silly boy, you have my word! But

our boss said he would kill you if she escapes! Understand?

Take this cell phone. Boss may call you at any time to ask about her."

Hearing that the pretty woman was definitely going to be his wife, Woolf became very excited. He

stared at Rachel and grinned, showing two rows of big and yellow teeth.

Rachel was frightened. She took a few steps back and gritted her teeth, panic and fear filling her eyes.

Even the thought of being killed on the way hadn't scared her this much.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if she became this man's wife.

If she had to marry him...

She would rather die. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The man who brought Rachel there gave Woolf the cell phone before leaving. Woolf put it carefully into

his trouser pocket, then turned to Rachel, his eyes filled with lust.

"Stop! Don't come closer! Listen, there is a rule in my family. The groom isn't allowed to be intimate with

the bride in the first three days after marriage!" Woolf was approaching, but Rachel's hands were still

tied.

"Why can't I touch you?" Woolf asked, tilting his head. He looked so silly.

Rachel tried to hide her panic. She swallowed hard and looked at him. "Yes, since the bride leaves her

parents behind, she has to keep her purity for the first three days to return the kindness of her parents!"

she said.

"Three days... But I can't wait! My mom died before I could get married. My dad left me and went away

with a woman, and I haven't seen him since then. Except the widow of the Zhang's, I haven't slept with

any other woman. Since you're my wife, why can't I touch you now?"

Woolf seemed silly, but he spoke logically.

Rachel felt a headache coming on. She wet her chapped lips and squeezed out a smile. "If you want

me to be your wife, you should follow the rule of my family. Otherwise, you will be punished!" she said.

"I'll be punished?"

"Yes, if you don't follow the rule for the first three days, it means you don't respect my parents, so you

will die without an offspring!"

Woolf was shocked at her words. He hesitated for a while and said, "Without an offspring... You mean I

won't have a son in the future?"

"Yes! After all, I was born there, so I have to follow the customs of my hometown. If I don't, even if I

marry you, you won't have a son, and the marriage will be meaningless." Rachel continued to shift his

attention by talking to him while stepping back little by little.

She saw a kitchen knife on the stone step.

"No! I must have a son! Or the others will look down on me!" Woolf said. Then he suddenly walked

towards Rachel and said, "Be careful. Don't hurt yourself. There's a kitchen knife behind you!"

Rachel cursed internally. She smiled at him the same way he was smiling at her and said, "I'm starving.

I haven't had anything to eat. Could you cook for me?"

Woolf thought about it, then he nodded. "Okay, I'm hungry too, so I'll cook for you. Wait for me here.

Don't go anywhere else, you hear?"

Rachel nodded immediately.

When she entered the room, she was overwhelmed by a burst of stale smell. She frowned at the bed

sheet. There were some rotten fruits beside it, and... a potty under the bed!

The room was filled with a disgusting smell.

However, she had no choice but to put up with it. Although the man acted silly, he seemed like he could

be brutal. She didn't want to get on his bad side.

She took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress her nausea. She told herself to hold on, because

she knew that if she wanted to leave this place alive, she had to endure things for a while and then look

for an opportunity to leave.

Besides, it was only noon. Even if there was a way for her to escape, she had to wait until night came

to do it.

After about an hour, Woolf came in with a bowl of rice in his hands.

The rice was almost burnt, and there were several spinach leaves on it.

"Here you are! Go ahead!" Woolf put the bowl down in front of her and gave her a pair of chopsticks.

"Thank you! Could you untie me? Or I can't eat." Rachel showed her tied hands to him and said, "Look!

My wrists are already black and blue. They're hurting!"

Woolf looked at her hands for a while. He reached out to untie the rope, but stopped midway and said,

"No! What if you run away after I untie you?"

Rachel was a little surprised. She had thought Woolf was stupid, but she realized she was wrong. He

could be slow, but he still had brains. Now she understood why Zachary had left her here. "I'm starved

to death, and I didn't sleep at all last night, so I don't have any strength.

Forget it. Since you don't trust me, just leave me like this and let me starve to death!"

Rachel turned her head away and shouted angrily.

Woolf hesitated for a while, then he reached out again and untied her.

"Come on then. I'll tie you up again once you're done eating."

Rachel agreed reluctantly. She shook her numb wrists, then held up the rice bowl. A burning smell

rushed into her nostrils.

God, it was really funny.

Just last night, she had sat beside Hiram and enjoyed a delicious meal before going to the theater to

watch the show.

But now...

She had to put the yellow and black colored rice into her mouth while sitting in a room that was filled

with a disgusting stale smell. She pretended to be obedient so that he would slowly let down his guard.

She was hungry, but she had no appetite at all. Since he had taken the trouble to cook for her, she

knew she should eat some of the rice at least.

After finishing half the bowl, she stopped, because she really couldn't force herself to eat anymore. She

told Woolf that she was full.

When Woolf reached out to tie her up again, she showed him her black and blue wrists on purpose and

said, "My hands hurt badly, please don't tie me up again! Just lock the door so that I can't go out.

The rope hurts my hands! Since I'm your wife, you should care about me, right?"

Woolf hesitated for a while, then gave in to her request. He left the room and locked the door behind

him.

Rachel heaved a sigh of relief.

She checked her pockets. She had no money left, and her cell phone had already been taken away.

The wind was blowing outside the window. It looked like it was about to rain.

When it was finally dark, Rachel was still thinking about ways to escape. She had thought of several

ideas, but it seemed like none of them would work. Woolf was still outside the door.

She couldn't fall sleep either. She sat on the bed, holding her knees up to her chin. Time passed bit by

bit, but she still couldn't find a way to escape.

A while later, when she was still sitting on the bed staring blankly at the wall, the door opened.

Woolf came in.

"No! Since you're already my wife, you should sleep with me tonight. Otherwise, if Boss Zachary takes

you away soon, I may not get anything!"

With that, Woolf locked the door from inside.

He switched on the only bulb in the room which emitted a dim light, and walked towards the bed.

He had untied the waistband of his trousers as he spoke.

Rachel widened her eyes and shouted loudly, "Woolf! Don't you want to have a son? Calm down! Or

you'll provoke the gods!"

"I don't care about having a son now! I live for the moment, not for the future! Don't try to trick me!"

Woolf dropped his pants and climbed on top of Rachel.

"Let go of me!"

Rachel shouted. She used all her strength to try to push him away, but it was in vain. Woolf was too

strong!

Just then, The door was kicked open without warning.