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

Chapter Seventy

Third Person POV

As the car pulled away from the bustling lights of the party, Richard and Amber found themselves seated in the back, yearning for the peace and quiet that the night would bring. Exhaustion clung to them, their bodies craving rest after a night of tension.

Amber let out a tired sigh, her weariness echoing through the quiet space. “I’m so tired,” she murmured, her voice tinged with fatigue. “And cold too.”

Richard, attuned to her needs, didn’t waste a moment. He reached for his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and draping it over Amber’s frame.

Amber smiled warmly at his gesture, feeling a comforting warmth envelop her. “Thank you,” she whispered, her gratitude resonating with sincerity.

Closing her eyes, Amber settled deeper into the seat, the exhaustion pulling at her like a gentle tug. Richard watched her, his eyes filled with tenderness and concern. “Do you want to sleep, Amber?”

Nodding in agreement, Amber uttered a sleepy “mmhmm,” her voice heavy with fatigue. “I’m so tired,

Richard,” she admitted.

Richard nodded in response. “Get some sleep, then,” he encouraged. “I’ll wake you up when we get

home.”

Amber expressed her gratitude with a murmur of thanks before allowing herself to succumb to the fatigue that engulfed her. As she drifted into sleep, Richard adjusted himself, sitting back in his seat. His gaze shifted to the passing scenery outside the car, his thoughts consumed by the woman

resting beside him.

Minutes ticked by, the rhythmic sound of the tires on the road lulling them into silence. But as time

went on, Amber’s eyes fluttered ppen, her subconscious drawing her closer to Richard’s presence.

to him, her head finding its

eyes widened in surprise, his gaze suddenly meeting

what are you doing?” he

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rest, Richard,” she explained casually. “Your chest is a lot more comfortable,

mix of excitement and nervousness, threatening to betray his composure. He averted

Richard, torn between the desire to wake her and the need to simply revel in her presence, gazed at her

drive had allowed him the opportunity to truly see her, to appreciate the depth of her beauty. In that moment, he couldn’t help but acknowledge the undeniable connection that had formed between them.

Richard found himself caught off guard as Amber’s restless sleep caused her to turn, her eyes slowly fluttering open. Her gaze locked with his, and instead of averting her eyes, she stared back at him in silence. His heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his

he asked, “Is there something on my

melody. She shook her head, her eyes still locked

his chest, Amber changed the

car, they entered the quiet embrace of their home. A comfortable silence enveloped them as

momentarily in

a glimmer of vulnerability and desire, while Richard’s eyes mirrored that same

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