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

“I’m not hungry yet, Richard. I’ll have something to eat later,” she replied.

nodded in understanding, before diverting his attention to Amber’s agreement with the Colonel. “So, what agreement did you and the Colonel

ten percent of the 401 project,” she replied. “That’s roughly a hundred million dollars, and he accepted it

widened, a mix of surprise and uncertainty coloring his features. “Just like

how easily a man like Miller had been swayed by the promise of money, despite knowing that it came from

satisfaction in her

she explained. “I played the scornful

to take over his position as the figurehead of the project.”

how did you come up with that lie?” he asked, genuinely curious

just came to me,” she replied with a shrug. “Sometimes,

up as you go. Also,

so I said what I said based solely on my

impressed, Amber. You did good,” Richard said with a smile

to Richard with a proud smile, she glanced at him expectantly. “So, what’s

step?” she inquired.

on his lips. “Don’t worry about

the rest to me, and I’ll handle

project to us.”

furrowed her brows slightly, a flicker of doubt crossing her eyes. She had come this far, played her role to

being left hanging

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

called her down solely to discuss Miller and

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

hers.

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

is it?” she asked.

expression thoughtful as

you’d like to visit?” he asked.

eyebrows furrowed, uncertainty clouding her features as

suddenly asking about countries I’d like to visit?” she questioned, searching for the