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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his gaze to the empty coffee table between them. “Are you not hungry?

not hungry yet, Richard. I’ll have something to eat later,”

diverting his attention to Amber’s agreement with the Colonel. “So,

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

of surprise and uncertainty coloring his features.

hesitation?” he questioned, unable to comprehend how easily a man like Miller had been swayed by the promise of money, despite knowing

nonchalantly, a hint of satisfaction in her

played the

to take over his position as the figurehead

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

me,” she replied

you go. Also, I’ve heard a few conversations from Kayden

I said based

did good,” Richard said with

Richard with a proud smile, she

step?” she inquired.

playing on his lips.

her. “Just leave the rest to me, and I’ll handle all the

project to us.”

She had come this far, played her role

hanging so suddenly.

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

if Richard had called her down

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

hers.

She was eager to hear what Richard had to say,

“What is it?” she asked.

his throat, his expression thoughtful as he turned his gaze towards

you’d like to

eyebrows furrowed, uncertainty clouding her features as she regarded him curiously.

I’d like to visit?” she questioned, searching for the motive