"Wow, Richard won another match. The report says the prize money for this match is over three million. Earning three million in 30 minutes, his money-making ability is incredible," Angela clapped her hands in Tribeca apartment.
"Are you jealous? Too bad he's Gisele's man," Ambrosio teased.
"No, I'm worried for Gisele. Gisele, Richard is becoming more and more impressive. Don't you feel a sense of crisis?" Angela tilted her body, put her arm around Gisele's shoulder, and laughed.
"Why should I feel a sense of crisis?" Gisele put down her magazine and smiled. "He's getting better, and I'm improving too. I don't think I'm inferior to other women."
"Gisele, you're so cool!" Ambrosio laughed.
"Gisele, men are naturally fickle, especially successful men. Richard is a successful man, so we can't let our guard down," Angela's eyes twinkled. "Gisele, why don't we test him? Let Anne tempt him and see if he can resist."
"Why should I do it? You suggested it, so you should be the one to do it," Ambrosio glanced at her and laughed.
"I can't. I'm too familiar with him; he'd see right through me."
"I can't either. I'm not good at seducing men. Let's get Fernanda to do it; she's good at this," Ambrosio laughed.
"No need. I trust him. There's no need for that," Gisele laughed.
"Alright, if you trust him, then it's fine," Angela shrugged.
Around six o'clock, Angela and Ambrosio left the apartment.
Gisele walked into the kitchen to start dinner. Richard won his match today, so she planned to cook a few extra dishes to celebrate.
Clatter~
Soon, there was a sound from outside the door.
"I'm back!" Richard shouted from outside.
"Did you win the match?" Gisele asked while cooking.
"Of course. Didn't you watch TV?" Richard washed his hands and walked into the kitchen.
"No, I don't want to see you getting hit."
"How could I get hit in my matches? This one was easy. I won by TKO in eleven rounds," Richard reached out and hugged Gisele.
"Eleven rounds is considered easy?"
"Of course. This opponent was technically good. I wanted to practice with him, so it took a bit longer. Otherwise, I would have won earlier."
"Darling, you're amazing," Gisele smiled slightly and kissed his cheek.
Richard chuckled, "Do you need help?"
"No, you just finished a match. Go lie down on the sofa. Dinner will be ready soon," Gisele said.
"I'm not tired. Do you need these two onions chopped?" Richard pointed at the two onions on the cutting board.
"Alright, chop them into small pieces. I'll add them to the soup later," Gisele smiled.
"OK!" Richard took a ceramic knife and chopped the onions into pieces haphazardly.
"Cut them slower. Be careful with your fingers!"
"Don't worry. I'm a champion; I'm good with my hands. Chopping onions is easy."
"Alright then," Gisele smiled, scooped the ribs from the frying pan, and lifted the lid of the soup pot. A puff of steam filled the kitchen, bringing with it a rich aroma of meat.
"The onions are chopped... Hey, why are you crying?"
Seeing his red eyes and tears streaming down his face, Gisele couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm not crying. Some juice splashed into my eyes and it stung. I wiped it with the back of my hand, but the more I wiped, the more it stung."
"Hahaha~" Gisele laughed uncontrollably, without an ounce of sympathy.
"Stop laughing and help me wash it off," Richard complained.
"Alright, alright!" She pursed her lips, grabbed his wrist, "Stop rubbing, or your eyes will be swollen tomorrow."
"Got it."
In the living room, Richard washed his hands and lay down on the sofa.
Gisele dampened a towel with warm water and placed it over his eyes.
"Ah, much better," Richard said, covering his eyes.
Gisele suppressed a smile, "You didn't get a scratch in a championship fight, but you got hurt chopping an onion. Didn't you say you were good with your hands?"
"Anywhere but the kitchen. I'm good at everything else," Richard said awkwardly.
"Then leave the kitchen to me from now on," Gisele laughed softly and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
Richard lay on the sofa for a while, and the discomfort in his eyes gradually faded. He went to the bathroom to check and found his eyes were indeed red, like a rabbit's. It was embarrassing.
"Gisele, don't tell anyone about this," Richard shouted to the kitchen.
"Got it!" she replied. The kitchen was once again filled with uncontrollable laughter.
Richard shook his head and returned to the sofa, picking up his phone.
After the competition, many people sent him congratulatory messages, congratulating him on successfully defending his title and inviting him for drinks. He replied to each message one by one.
Today's match was also quite important; if he had lost, he would have lost two golden belts and become a former champion. However, everyone had so much faith in him that they were too lazy to come and watch in person; otherwise, they could have had a big party tonight.
Ding dong~ "When are you coming back? I haven't cleaned the house for almost a month."
Mrs. Theron asked.
"You're so lazy. I'll still need some time; Murdoch's wedding is in a few days, and I've received an invitation."
"Alright, come back soon."
Ding dong~ "My audition for the lead role in 'Chronicles of Riddick' passed. Thank you."
Naomi said in the message.
"That's great news. Working with you will be fantastic."
"Me too. When we go to Australia, drinks are on me."
"OK!"
Richard laughed.
Ding dong~ "Are you going to Murdoch's wedding?"
Norman sent a message.
"Are you going?"
"I'm considering it."
"Considering what?"
"Too many girlfriends, don't know which one to take. It's really annoying."
"Alright, let me know when you've decided."
Richard shook his head, thinking what a scoundrel Norman was.
"Richard, dinner's ready."
Mrs. Bündchen called from the dining room.
"Coming!"
Richard put down his phone and walked into the dining room. The table was already set with food, including his favorite pan-fried pork chops, stewed fruits, and Brazilian stew, all smelling delicious.
After dinner, they walked hand in hand in the twilight until nightfall before returning home.
The next day, they began preparing for Murdoch's wedding, mainly focusing on the outfits and decorations.
Men's clothing didn't need to be too complicated; a black suit would suffice for most occasions. Mrs. Bündchen's outfit and jewelry were more challenging.
She and a few friends spent three days shopping and finally chose a light-colored Chanel dress. It looked youthful, beautiful, elegant, and slightly playful, perfectly matching his black suit.
"You look beautiful, and I look handsome. We really are a perfect match."
Richard admired their reflection in the full-length mirror.
"Stop being vain; it's time to go!"
Mrs. Bündchen laughed.
"Wait, just one more look, just one!"
"Haha, stop it, let's go!"
"Alright, alright!"
Richard reluctantly left the mirror.