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 ssleep, 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 t went on, Amber's eyes fluttered ppen, her subconscious drawing her closer to Richard's presence.

Without a moment's hesitation,, she moved closer to him, her head finding its place on his chest.

Richard's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze suddenly meeting Amber's as confusion clouded his features. “Amber, what are you doing?” he asked.

10 BINANCE P2P O Transaction Fees 14:19 sat, 2 Mar DG- 35% Chapter Seventy 5 Stars Amber, her head still nestled on his chest, responded nonchalantly. “I'm just taking a rest, Richard,” she explained casually. “Your chest is a lot more comfortable, so | hope you don’t mind.” His heart raced in his chest, his pulse quickening in response to her proximity. Panic surged through him, a mix of excitement and nervousness, threatening to betray his composure. He averted his gaze, looking out the window instead, his focus intently fixed on the passing lights.

The car finally cto a stop as it reached the familiar grounds of their home. Amber, still wrapped in sleep, remained nestled on Richard's chest, her breathing steady and peaceful. Richard, torn between the desire to wake her and the need to simply revel in her presence, gazed at her with an intensity that spoke volumes of the emotions swirling in him.

He admired the delicate curve of her cheek, the way her lashes brushed softly against her skin as she slept. The quiet hours of the 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.

Lost in contemplation, 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 throat as that unspoken connection pulsed between them.

Breaking the silence, Richard's voice was barely a whisper as he asked, “Is there something on my face?” His words carried a hint of vulnerability, his nerves exposed for her to see.

Amber chuckled her laughter a soothing melody. She shook her head, her eyes still locked with his. “No, Richard,” she replied softly. “I was just admiring the view.” Richard's breath hitched at her response, the corner of his lips curving into a smile. Shifting away from his chest, Amber changed the subject, her gaze drifting around to take in their surroundings. “Oh, we're finally home,” she observed. “I didn’t realize it until now” Stepping out of the car, they entered the quiet embrace of their home. A comfortable silence enveloped them as they went up the stairs, their feet moving in sync, each lost in their own thoughts.

Arriving at their respective rooms, they paused momentarily in the hallway, a silent recognition.

passing between them. Amber's eyes held a glimmer of vulnerability and desire, while Richard's eyes mirrored that sdepth of emotion.

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Cupter Se Seventy With a soft smile, she bid him goodnight. “Sleep well, Richard.” Richard returned the sentiment. “Goodnight, Amber,” he replied.

35% 5 Stars As soon as they both said goodnight to each other, they'd enter their rooms, avoiding looking at each other again.

He leaned against the door, his frustration etched on his face as he let out a sigh, the weight of his thoughts pressing against his chest.

His mind was plagued with the memory of the fleeting desire to kiss Amber back inside the car, temptation that he had managed to resist but barely. He questioned himself, bewildered by the intensity of his feelings and the hold that Amber seemed to have over him.

He couldn’t understand the why and how of it all, searching for answers that seemed out of reach.

Lost in his thoughts, Richard was abruptly pulled out of his reverie by a soft knock on the door. He'd hurriedly open the door, his eyes meeting Amber's worried gaze.

“What's wrong, Amber?” he asked, “Is there something you need? Is something wrong?” Amber sighed, her eyes locked on Richard's. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her voice quivering as she spoke.

“I know this might sound surprising to you, but I don’t think | want to sleep by myself tonight. Let's sleep together,” Amber said, and Richard felt a tight knot in his chest.

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