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

Chapter Eighty Three 9.37% Up to 30% off 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 | think we should just order something. | haven't been here in a while, and | 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 cabdoor 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.

Realization dawned on Richard as he sifted through 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? | think | can whip up sspaghetti age ofor us, and it won't take too long.” Amber's stomach growled in response, her hunger echoing in the quiet kitchen. “Sounds perfect,” she replied, her voice tinged with anticipation. “I'm famished right now, so anything you make will be a feast to me.” Ad skipped hetti, the rhythmic clattering With a sense of purpose, Rich, of pots and pans filling the kitchen. As he moved around with practiced ease, his confidence in the 15:41 Mon, 4 Mar G GB.

37%L Chapter Eighty Three kitchen was undeniable, a sight that Amber found irresistibly appealing.

Up to 30% off Seated on a stool by the counter. Amber watched Richard with a mixture of admiration and desire. His focused expression and the way he effortlessly moved through the kitchen space were a display of competence that drew her in-a glimpse into a side of him she had never had the chance to really explore.

Amber knew her strengths didn’t lie in cooking, so she was content with watching Richard take the lead since she already knew he was a master in the kitchen compared to her.

With the spaghetti age ofinally ready, 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, anticipation written in his expression.

Amber's initial reaction was a smile of pure satisfaction; her taste buds were awakened by the flavors of the dish Richard had prepared. “This is amazing.” she praised, her voice soft with genuine delight. Richard's eyes widened in surprise at her heartfelt compliment, a flicker of skepticism crossing his features.

“Really? You're 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 attempt to spare his feelings.

But to his astonishment, Amber continued to devour the spaghetti with gusto, each forkful disappearing into her mouth with a speed that left Richard bewildered. In mere minutes, the plate lay empty before her, a satisfied smile gracing her features.

Richard couldn't help but stare at her in astonishment, his surprise evident in his gaze. “I've never seen you eat so quickly before,” he remarked, his curiosity piqued by her sudden, voracious appetite.

Amber, equally taken aback by her own unexpected hunger and ease of eating, placed a hand over he stomach, the feeling of fullness foreign to her yet welcomed. She couldn't remember the last tshe 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 this.

“I don’t know what cover me,” she admitted, her voice laced with amazement. “I was so hungry, and it was just... easy to eat.” As Richard chuckled in amusement at her revelation with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pushed his untouched plate of food towards her. “Here, you can have mine too, since you don’t seem entirely satisfied,” he offered, a grin playing on his lips. “I can always order pizza if I'm hungry, so don’t 12 Mon, 4 Mar 0037%0 Chapter Eighty Three worry about me.” Up to 30% off Initially hesitant, Amber protested, insisting that Richard must be hungry as well. But Richard waved off her concerns with a shrug, his easy smile putting her at ease. Encouraged by his reassurance, Amber accepted his offer with a grateful nod, digging into the second plate with a newfound appetite.

As Amber savored the last bite of the second plate of spaghetti, a sense of wonder and disbelief washed over her. She blinked back tears of both gratitude and amazement, the realization that she had comfortably finished two plates of food without the usual discomfort hitting her with unexpected Semotion.

Staring at the empty plates before her, a soft tremor of vulnerability coursed through her, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite name: Turning her gaze to Richard, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, she voiced the question that tugged at her heart.

“What did you put in that spaghetti to make it taste so good?” Amber's voice was soft, laced with wonder and a newfound sense of appreciation for the meal that had brought her so much unexpected joy.

Richard chuckled at her question, a warm light dancing in his eyes as he moved closer to her. Planting a gentle kiss on her lips, he cupped her cheek lovingly, his touch tender and reassuring. A soft smile graced his lips as he wiped away the tears that threatened to spill from Amber's eyes.

| “Let’s just say | put a lot of love into it,” Richard replied.

Amber's laughter bubbled forth at his playful response, her heart swelling with warmth.

With a teasing glint in her eye, Amber playfully declared, “Now that I've tasted your cooking, you're officially my personal chef from now on, and you can’t say no.”” Richard chuckled. “I wouldn't mind that one bit,” he replied, his eyes shining with a warmth that mirrored the happiness in Amber's eyes.

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