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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between them. “Are you not hungry? Aren’t you going to have breakfast?” he inquired.

at him, her gaze softening. “I’m not hungry yet, Richard. I’ll have something to eat later,”

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

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

surprise and uncertainty coloring

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

nonchalantly, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Another

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

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

amusement. “And how did you come up with that lie?” he asked, genuinely curious about Amber’s ability to think

me,” she replied with a shrug. “Sometimes, you have

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

what I said based solely on my assumptions from those.”

did good,” Richard said with

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

step?” she inquired.

leaned forward, a confident smile playing on his

the rest to me, and I’ll handle all the details once

project to us.”

far, played her role to perfection, and secured the project. But a part of her wondered if

left hanging so

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“Alright,” she conceded. “I trust you’ll take care of everything.”

Amber prepared to ask if Richard had called

his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and hesitation. “Actually, there’s something else I wanted to tell you,” he informed her, his

hers.

gaze, her interest piqued. She was eager to hear what Richard had to say, hoping it was something

is it?” she

thoughtful as he turned his gaze towards Amber. “So…is

you’d like to

uncertainty clouding her features as

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