Chapter 252: What's the Difference from Abuse?

In the morning, in the Tribeca district of New York, Giselle drove to the upscale community next door. After waiting for a while, she didn't see anyone coming out, so she took out her phone,

"Angela, are you out yet?"

"Coming, coming, five minutes!"

"Alright!"

Giselle shook her head. Knowing Angela, five minutes was definitely not enough.

It was 8:23. She took out the unfinished newspaper and continued reading. She used to like reading fashion and entertainment in newspapers, but now she prefers sports, finance, society, fashion, and entertainment.

Every time she encounters news about Richard, she reads it repeatedly. If there's news praising Richard, she'll read it several times, and skip the critical news directly.

Today, there was a news article about Richard in the social section of the "New York Post". It comprehensively discussed Richard's performance and achievements in the past two years, praising him to the skies.

Bundchen also laughed out loud. After reading an article, she glanced at her watch, 8:35. Angela was indeed a liar.

Click, click, click~

The crisp sound of high heels hitting the ground rang out, and Angela was seen carrying her bag and running over quickly.

"Honey, I'm here. How was that? Fast, right?"

Angela sat down and smiled.

"You're never on time."

Giselle rolled her eyes at her and started the car.

"Haha, I'll definitely be on time next time."

Angela smiled. Seeing the newspaper in the storage box with Richard's photo on it, she picked it up and looked at it,

"Richard is really something. He's going to have a match soon, and he's still going to film. When is he coming back?"

"After nine o'clock. After I go to the company, I'll go pick him up."

Giselle smiled, her lips curving upwards.

"So loving!"

Angela said with a撇嘴.

Bundchen smiled slightly, "If you had a boyfriend like Richard, you would love him too. Well, you don't!"

"Bundchen, you're so annoying!"

Angela said angrily.

"Yes, happy people are annoying."

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Angela rolled her eyes. Looking at the newspaper, her eyes lit up,

"Hey, Richard's scandal, haha, look, the newspaper says Richard is a playboy and has affairs with many female stars.

Reese, Charlize Theron, Gwyneth Paltrow, Liv Tyler, Naomi Watts, Sandra Bullock, Angelina Jolie, Drew Barrymore, etc.

He has affairs with all the actresses he works with, haha, Bundchen, do you still feel happy now?"

Bundchen glanced at the newspaper, "You missed two more."

"Who else?"

"Angela Lindvall, Ambrosio. The news used to say that the four of us lived together."

Bundchen chuckled.

Angela snorted softly, "So you don't believe Richard cheated?"

"Does it matter whether I believe it or not?"

"Doesn't it matter? That guy often stays in Los Angeles, surrounded by so many beauties, and he's a boxer with excessive male hormone secretion. Do you believe such a man wouldn't mess around outside?"

Angela blinked her foxy eyes and asked.

"It doesn't matter."

"Doesn't it matter? A man often messes around behind your back, is this betrayal not important?"

Angela stared at her and asked.

"You just said he's a boxer with strong endocrine secretion. I'm not in Los Angeles, do you want him to solve it by himself?"

"Uh~, so you know he's messing around outside, but you don't care? Bundchen, are you that magnanimous?"

Angela looked at her as if she were seeing her for the first time.

Bundchen shook her head, "You said he's messing around, that's just speculation. I haven't found out once. This can explain two problems. First, he's not messing around. Generally, after a man goes on a business trip, 80% of women will suspect that the man is messing around outside. This kind of suspicion is very normal.

Second, he's messing around outside, but he hasn't let me find out. This shows that he cares about me very much and is also very cautious. He can also handle the relationship with other women well, and at the same time, it won't affect our relationship.

So whether he's messing around or not, since I haven't found out, then it's as if it didn't happen. I don't want to use things that didn't happen to affect our relationship. That's stupid."

"What if you find out?"

Angela frowned.

"If we find out, we'll face this problem together."

"Will you break up with him?"

"Maybe, maybe not. It depends on how our conversation goes, and also on his attitude."

Giselle thought for a moment and said.

"So you're saying that if you find out he's cheating, you're still willing to give him a chance?"

Angela stroked her chin and analyzed.

"He's a powerful man, powerful in every sense. Sometimes I can't satisfy him at all, and he's very considerate of my body, so... you understand what I mean."

Angela blinked. "You mean he's very..."

"It's just like you think. I can't do it. If I still want to restrict him, what's the difference from abuse? He's a powerful man, he doesn't lack money, looks, status, or reputation, and he earned it all through his own efforts. Why should such a man be treated harshly?

Love? Love is precious, but something more precious than love is freedom. I don't want to have conflicts with him over this matter.

Moreover, he also cherishes this relationship. In an environment like Hollywood, compared to other male stars, he has risen the fastest and has the fewest scandals. He has achieved all this, what more can I ask for?"

Giselle shrugged.

Angela nodded slightly. "Don't you feel wronged? You're working hard outside, but he's messing around."

Giselle smiled. "First of all, the fact that he's messing around is just speculation. I can feel wronged or not. Second, I don't have the right to feel wronged."

"Why? Does feeling wronged require qualifications?"

Angela asked in surprise.

"Of course. Richard often says that we have money at home and wants me to travel with him and take fewer jobs.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, I also know what he means. He wants me to stay at home and have children. If I can come back, he's willing to marry me.

It's just that I still have work and a career. I don't want to go back home so early to take care of children. He didn't force me, which is a kind of respect, so I also need to take care of his feelings."

"Bundchen, you said he's willing to marry you, but you refused?"

Angela asked in surprise.

"It's not a refusal, it's just that I'm not ready. Once we get married, I'll have to stay at home. That's what Richard thinks, but I still want to do something, so we discussed delaying it for two more years.

Richard agreed, so even if he finds another woman outside, I can't blame him entirely. It's not his fault alone. If I'm willing to stay at home and accompany him often, would he still cheat?"

"Yes, put that way, I feel like you're asking for it. Even if Richard cheats, it's your fault. Bundchen, I think you're silly, really. With a man like Richard, why not get married sooner? Is a career really that important?"

Angela shook her head.

"It's very important to me. If I didn't have a career, what would I have to stand by his side? How can a woman with only a little beauty live with him for a long time?"

Bundchen asked.

Angela frowned. It seemed to make sense.

"But you..."

Boom~

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the distance ahead.

"What happened?"

Bundchen and Angela looked at each other. All the vehicles on the street stopped and looked up at the sky. In the center of Manhattan, among the dense skyscrapers, a plume of black smoke rose.

"What happened?"

Many people curiously walked forward. Suddenly someone exclaimed, "Look over there!"

"Oh~ God!"

"Is that a passenger plane?"

Someone exclaimed.

Bundchen also stood on the street, looking at the tall landmark building. Black smoke billowed, the building was collapsing, people on the street were screaming, as if the end of the world had come.

"How could this happen?"

Angela covered her mouth and widened her eyes.

"God, is it the end of the world?"

Many people around were praying to God.

"Richard!"

Bundchen suddenly cried out. She was about to look for her phone when she realized it was in the car. She hurried back, almost falling to the ground.

"Bundchen, what's wrong?"

Angela held her up.

"Richard, Richard's flight was at eight o'clock."

Bundchen panted and ran back.

"Don't scare yourself. There are so many flights to New York every day. How could Richard happen to be on that one? Don't worry."

Angela comforted her.

Bundchen found the champagne-colored Porsche on the congested street. This was the third car Richard had given her. She opened the door, took out her phone, and made a call, but unfortunately, it didn't go through.

"An... Angela, what should I do if I can't get through?"

Bundchen asked, crying.

"Don't worry needlessly. Of course, he can't be reached on the plane."

Angela helped her sit on the seat and comforted her, "We should also find out where the plane came from first."

"It's a flight from Boston!"

At this time, someone shouted, holding up their phone, "A flight from Boston, I just heard from my friend."

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(End of Chapter)