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

Chapter Ninety Four

Third Person POV

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Richard and Amber strolled down the bustling Milan Street, their hands intertwined as they savored the sweet indulgence of ice cream on a warm afternoon. Richard glanced over at Amber, her eyes alight with excitement and a faint trace of poutiness playing on her lips.

“The art gallery is just a few blocks away, babe. You should finish your ice cream before we get there because they won’t allow us to take it inside. You also need to clean up the mess you’ve made

over your mouth. It’s making you look like a toddler tasting ice cream for the first time,” Richard

remarked.

Amber huffed softly. “I’m not a child, Richard. I managed my ice cream just fine, and I didn’t make

that big of a mess. Also, for your information, I’m very much aware of the rules of a gallery.”

She quickly finished her ice cream, after which Richard helped wipe her lips and hands.

As they neared the grand entrance of the renowned Pinacoteca di Brera, Milan’s prestigious art gallery

Amber’s eyes widened in anticipation, a delighted squeal escaping her lips. Richard observed her reaction with a fond smile as he admired her genuine excitement.

Entering the gallery, they presented their tickets and passed through the security checks before stepping into the hallowed halls of artistic splendor. Amber’s eyes roamed eagerly over the magnificent artworks, a look of fascination gracing her features as she immersed herself in the world of creativity and beauty. She moved from one masterpiece to the next, her expression a mixture of awe

and wonder.

Lost in the ethereal beauty of the art surrounding her, Amber momentarily forgot to check Richard’s reaction. Pausing in her steps, she turned to him, only to find him stifling a yawn, a faint sign of boredom evident on his features. Amber arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as she

caught him in the act.

“Are you that bored, Richard? Do you not like my chosen date spot?” she questioned.

After initially attempting to deny his boredom, Richard relented with a soft sigh, his honesty evident in his gaze. “I guess I’m a little bored, but it’s not because I don’t enjoy being here with you,” he explained. “I’ve been to this gallery a few times before, so it doesn’t hold the same novelty for me. And staring at old paintings just doesn’t excite me as much.”

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as she cast an inquisitive glance at Richard, her eyes

that you’ve been here before? Are your trying to upset me by telling me you’ve brought other women here

news to you?”

he met Amber’s gaze, his eyes crinkling at the corners with

‘other women‘ you mean

female companions at this gallery,” he quipped, his tone light and

she arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes as she retorted,

Those sound like

at his lips, Richard shook his head in mock exasperation.

besides those

you’re the only one I’ve brought here on an actual

gaze soft with

softened at his words, a genuine smile blooming on her

I was just another name on your list of art gallery companions,”

teased.

turned her attention back to the captivating

don’t you go

right behind you,” he suggested.

Amber paused, her gaze flickering back/to him with a mischievous glint. “How

art when my date seems more interested

in the moment with me? It’s obvious you’re not having fun,” she

his eyes as he reached out

Just do whatever you want without paying any attention to my

to see after this, so I’m more than happy to let you have all the time you

here,” he reassured

she continued her leisurely stroll through the gallery, her gaze drawn to the various works of art

to a stop in front of a renowned painting called The

of reverence washing over her.

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the paintings my dad and I used to talk about seeing together when I was younger. He

of old paintings.”

observed the wistful look that crossed Amber’s features, a fleeting look of sadness clouding her eyes. Sensing her shift in mood, he chose his words carefully, wanting to redirect her focus. “It’s a beautiful painting, Amber. Strangely enough, it happens to be