### Chapter 59: What Kind of Man Are You?

"Honey, I'm here!"

Richard walked into the living room of Bündchen's apartment, holding a bouquet of flowers. He called out a few times but received no response.

Suddenly, the rich aroma of food wafted in from the kitchen. He grinned, thinking how great it was to have a good woman. Eating first would give him energy for their "battle" later, and he could go for an extra hour or two. This was fantastic.

He quietly walked into the kitchen and saw the woman he had been longing for.

She was wearing an apron, with her mid-length golden hair tied up. She had on a white knitted sweater and blue jeans, looking incredibly sexy from behind. She stood in front of a soup pot, holding a small ladle and gently blowing on it, tasting the soup. The scene was warm and cozy.

Richard quietly approached her, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck. "Honey."

"Ah! You jerk, what are you doing?" The woman in his arms suddenly screamed and pushed him away.

Richard stared at her face in confusion. "Angela, why is it you?"

"Who else would it be? Are you blind?" Angela scolded him unceremoniously, her cheeks red. She rubbed her neck vigorously and glared at him.

"Sorry, sorry, Angela. I thought you were Bündchen," Richard explained awkwardly.

"That's nonsense. We're not twins; how could you mistake us? I think you're just a pervert trying to take advantage of me," Angela retorted, not buying his excuse.

"It's not like that, Angela. Usually, Bündchen wears this apron when cooking and ties up her hair. Her hair color is the same as yours."

"Stop making excuses. Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?" Angela's fox-like eyes blinked, her long eyelashes like fans. "I've figured you out. You're just like other men—flirtatious and lustful. You're a big pervert."

"I..."

Richard felt extremely wronged.

Angela was wearing Bündchen's apron, had her hair tied up just like Bündchen, and her hair color was the same shade of golden. They were both the same height, around 180cm, with similarly hot figures. From behind, there was almost no difference.

"What's going on?" Bündchen walked into the kitchen, wrapped in a wide white bath towel, drying her hair.

"Angela, why are you wearing an apron? You don't cook."

"You asked me to check if the soup was ready. I didn't want to get soup on my clothes, so I wore your apron. If I'd known this would happen, I wouldn't have worn it," Angela said, glaring at Richard.

"What happened?" Bündchen asked Richard.

Richard shrugged. "I mistook Angela for you and hugged her. Angela called me a pervert trying to take advantage of her."

"Did I say anything wrong? You've been with Bündchen for so long, and you can't even tell us apart? I think you did it on purpose," Angela said, folding her arms.

"I really didn't do it on purpose. Angela, turn around and let Bündchen see."

"No!"

"Just turn around!" Richard insisted, spinning her around by her shoulders despite her murderous glare. "Bündchen, look. The apron, the hair, the clothes, the figure. Doesn't she look like you at first glance?"

Bündchen blinked and smiled. "Not at all!"

"See? Bündchen says there's no resemblance. Still trying to argue? Can't admit what you did, huh? What kind of man are you?" Angela scoffed.

"Richard, it's your fault. You should apologize to Angela," Bündchen said, smiling.

"Angela, I'm sorry. How about you hug me back as compensation?"

"Ugh, you're shameless." Angela stomped on his foot. "Bündchen, be careful. I've heard that boxers often have scandals. Look at Tyson and Tommy Morrison. Richard is becoming famous and showing signs of going bad. You better watch out."

"Angela, you have a point," Bündchen nodded.

"Bündchen, you know I have a cleanliness obsession. I don't fool around. I would never become like them," Richard said, holding Bündchen's hand.

Bündchen smiled softly. "I believe you."

"Cleanliness obsession? How does that relate to fooling around?" Angela asked, blinking.

"Of course it does. Not all girls are as clean as Bündchen." Richard inhaled Bündchen's hair, enjoying the post-bath fragrance. "Angela, your hair smells weird. How many days since you washed it?"

Angela's face turned red, and she frowned. "You're talking nonsense. I washed it the day before yesterday."

"Haha, Richard, stop teasing. Angela, is the soup ready? If it is, let's eat," Bündchen said, drying her hair.

"It's ready. It smells great," Angela said, turning off the stove. She glared at Richard again. "What are you standing there for? Serve the food!"

"Oh, okay!" Richard washed his hands and started working as a waiter, shuttling between the kitchen and the dining room.

Angela raised an eyebrow and winked at Bündchen.

Bündchen laughed lightly. "Take off the apron; it's time to eat."

"I think the apron is quite nice," Angela said, twirling around like a princess, the apron skirt fluttering.

"If you like it, keep it on," Bündchen said, smiling as she walked back to the bedroom with her towel.

After a sumptuous dinner, it was half past six, and it was getting dark, time to sleep. But Angela wasn't leaving. With her around, it felt awkward to do anything with someone potentially spying from the other side of the wall.

Richard glanced at Angela, wondering if she planned to stay the night. But he didn't dare ask, fearing he'd be scolded for the earlier mistake.

"What are you looking at? Pervert," Angela said, narrowing her fox-like eyes at him.

Richard forced a smile. "Um, Angela, it's getting dark outside."

"Getting dark?" Angela looked out the window and then at her watch. "Bündchen, it's half past six."

"Okay, let's get going," Bündchen said, taking her coat off the wall.

"Going? Where?" Richard asked, confused.

"To the movies. You said you wanted to see 'Titanic,' and Angela wants to see it too. So, let's go together," Bündchen explained.

"Is that so?" Watching a movie late at night seemed like a waste of time, but he couldn't refuse after Bündchen had spoken. He put on his coat and followed the two beauties downstairs.

The two ladies walked arm in arm, chatting and laughing, while he trailed behind like a bodyguard.

Once in the car, they sat in the back, and he became the driver.

*Sigh.* Angela was such a third wheel. He wanted to spank her.

At the cinema, the two squeezed together, chatting about how handsome Jack was. Richard felt jealous.

"Hey, look here! A handsome guy right here!" Richard pointed to himself.

"Where? Where?" They looked around but didn't settle their eyes on him, saying dismissively, "No handsome guys here. Richard, stop interrupting and watch the movie."

Richard fumed silently.

Suddenly, Bündchen kissed his cheek. "Is that enough, you little jealous man?"

"I'm not jealous. And it's not enough," Richard said, putting his arm around her shoulders and kissing her gently.

On screen, Jack and Rose were at the bow of the ship, sharing a kiss.

"Ugh," Angela muttered, feeling slightly jealous.

"Stop kissing; they're about to make love," Angela reminded them after a while.

Richard released Bündchen.

"Look, Jack is drawing Rose. Richard, you can draw too. Have you ever drawn Bündchen?" Angela asked.

"Great idea! Honey, let's do some drawing tonight," Richard said, smiling.

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(End of Chapter)