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

Chapter Eighty Three

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Chapter Eighty Three

Third–Person Pov

As Amber and Richard made their way into the kitchen, a sense of ease and intimacy lingered between

them. Richard, shirtless and dressed in casual shorts as requested by Amber, exuded a casual air of

comfort in his own home.

She had told him earlier that she’d love to see him walking around the kitchen with no shirt on, and since Richard couldn’t argue with her, nor did he see anything odd about her request, he had gladly

complied.

Amber, on the other hand, wore a white T–shirt belonging to Richard, the fabric soft against her skin. She had worn it with no underwear undemeath, feeling comfortable and confident enough to show off her body through the transparent white fabric.

“I don’t think we have much to eat, so I think we should just order something. I haven’t been here in

a while, and I don’t think anyone took the initiative to refill foodstuffs for us,” Richard mentioned, his brow creased in mild concern as he surveyed the kitchen..

Amber shrugged nonchalantly, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “I don’t mind if you order something, but maybe you should check first, just in case,” she suggested, her tone light.

Following her suggestion, Richard opened the kitchen cabinets, his eyes widening in surprise as he discovered them packed with an array of food supplies.

A note attached to the back of the cabinet door caught his eye; the words “What would you do without me‘ scrawled across it in familiar handwriting. With a chuckle, Richard instantly knew that his mischievous twin sister, Bianca, was the mastermind behind the well–stocked kitchen.

the ingredients, his gratitude towards Bianca evident in the way he smiled. He turned to Amber, a twinkle in his eye as he asked, “How do you feel about pasta? I think I can

“Sounds perfect,” she replied, her voice

feast to me.”

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With a sense of purpose, Rich, of pots and pans filling the kitchen. As

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Richard with

the way he effortlessly moved through the kitchen space were a display

that drew her in–a glimpse into a side of

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in cooking, so she was content with watching Richard take

he was a master in the kitchen

Richard served Amber a modest portion, mindful of her preference for lighter meals. As he settled beside her on a stool behind the counter, his gaze fixed on her as she took the first bite,

Richard had prepared. “This is amazing.” she praised, her voice soft with genuine delight. Richard’s eyes widened in surprise

crossing his features.

not just saying that, are you?” Richard’s tone held a hint of disbelief, unsure if Amber’s glowing review was genuine or simply an

the spaghetti with gusto, each forkful disappearing into her mouth with a speed that left Richard bewildered. In mere minutes,

astonishment, his surprise evident in his gaze. “I’ve never seen you eat so

appetite.

ease of eating, placed a hand over he stomach, the feeling of fullness foreign to her yet welcomed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten a meal so quickly and with such satisfaction, and it made her especially happy because she didn’t feel the need to throw up after stuffing herself like

don’t know what came over me,” she admitted, her voice laced with amazement. “I was so

amusement at her revelation with a mischievous glint in his eyes,

satisfied,” he offered, a grin playing on his lips.

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