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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brows knit together in a subtle frown as she cast an inquisitive glance at Richard, her eyes

trying to upset me by telling me

news to you?”

chuckle was warm and genuine as he met Amber’s gaze, his eyes crinkling at

if by ‘other women‘ you mean crazy

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

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

I totally believe you, Richard. Those sound like thrilling

a grin tugging at his lips, Richard shook his head in mock

But really, besides those I just mentioned, which was honestly a

much younger, you’re the only

his gaze soft with affection

words, a genuine smile blooming

I was just another name on your

teased.

to the captivating artworks around them, Richard

sparkled with curiosity. “Why don’t you go ahead and explore some

you,” he

back/to him with a mischievous

interested in telling me about all his past

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

his eyes as he reached

to me. Just do whatever you want without

so I’m more than happy to let you have

here,” he reassured

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

of a renowned painting called The Marriage of the Virgin‘ by Raphael. Amber’s eyes widened in awe as she gazed at it,

of reverence washing

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Amber breathed. Turning to Richard, she added. “You know, this is one of the paintings my dad and I used to talk about seeing

fan of

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