Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival by Jobet GraySon

Chapter Forty Five

Third Person POV.

Amber finally emerged from the stairs, her footsteps echoing through the hallway as she made her way to Richard’s office. She had endured an extra ten minutes in her room, her mind preoccupied with the

events of the morning.

As she reached the door of the office and pushed the door open, Amber’s eyes landed on Richard, wh was standing by the window, his gaze fixed on the world outside.

A flicker of attraction stirred in her as she stared at his strong, broad back. The image of the tattoos she had briefly glimpsed behind his shirt danced through her mind, causing her thoughts to

stray into dangerous territory.

Realizing the direction her thoughts were headed, Amber mentally scolded herself, snapping out of her

reverie. It was not the time or place to entertain inappropriate thoughts. She cleared her throat,

intending to indicate her presence in the room.

Richard turned around to face her, his head slightly tilted as his gaze remained on Amber, studying

her intently. Her sudden nervousness heightened as she met his gaze, her heart fluttering in her

chest.

She couldn’t help but ask. “Is there… is there something on my face or what?”

His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer before he finally blinked and looked away. “No, there’s nothing on your face,” he replied casually.

Amber frowned, her curiosity piqued. “Then why were you staring at me like that?” she asked, her tone

slightly accusatory.

Richard shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile gracing his lips. “I just like how you’re dressed today. You look really pretty,” he complimented, his words causing a warmth to spread through Amber’s Cheeks.

Taken aback by his unexpected comment, Amber nervously stuttered a thank you. She moved closer to the sofa in his office, intending to take a seat, and Richard joined her, settling into the chair

opposite her.

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the brief silence, shifting his gaze to the empty coffee table between them.

hungry yet, Richard. I’ll have something

to Amber’s agreement with the Colonel. “So, what agreement did you and

heavily. “Well I ended up offering him ten percent of the 401 project,” she replied. “That’s roughly a hundred million dollars, and he

mix of surprise and uncertainty coloring his features. “Just like that?

unable to comprehend how easily a man like Miller had been swayed by the promise of money,

hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Another thing is, I did

to do,” she explained. “I played the scornful ex–wife role to perfection,

was trying to take over his position as the figurehead of

up with that lie?” he asked, genuinely curious about Amber’s ability

came to me,” she replied with

make things up as you go. Also, I’ve heard a

so I said what I said based

You did good,” Richard said with

proud smile, she glanced at him expectantly. “So, what’s the next

step?” she inquired.

a confident smile playing on his lips. “Don’t worry

leave the rest to me, and I’ll handle all

project to us.”

come this far, played her role to perfection, and secured the

being left hanging so suddenly.

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she nodded, deciding to not be concerned. “Alright,” she conceded. “I trust you’ll take care of

prepared to ask if Richard had called her down solely to discuss Miller and the

with a mix of anticipation and hesitation. “Actually, there’s something

hers.

She was eager to hear what Richard had to say, hoping it was something

“What is it?”

thoughtful as he turned his gaze towards

or place you’d like to visit?” he asked.

clouding her features as

like to visit?”