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

hungry yet, Richard. I’ll

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

offering him ten percent of the 401 project,” she

of surprise and uncertainty

it without hesitation?” he questioned, unable to comprehend how easily a man like Miller had been

her voice. “Another

played the scornful ex–wife role to perfection, and I

believe that Kayden was trying to take over his position as the figurehead of the project.”

escaped Richard’s lips, his disbelief mingling with amusement. “And how did you come up with that lie?” he asked, genuinely curious

replied with a shrug. “Sometimes, you have to think

up as you go. Also, I’ve heard a

so I said what I said based solely on my

did good,” Richard said with a

listened to Richard with a proud smile, she glanced at him

step?” she inquired.

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

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

project to us.”

eyes. She had come this far, played her role to perfection, and secured the project. But a part of her wondered

left hanging

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

ask if Richard had called

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

hers.

Richard had to say, hoping it was something that would bring her

it?” she asked.

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

place you’d like to visit?”

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

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