Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

Chapter Forty Four

Richard’s POV.

I paced back and forth in front of Amber’s room, anxiously awaiting any sign of movement or sound to

indicate that she was finally awake.

It was already 11 am, and she had been asleep for over ten hours, which baffled me considering she had gone to bed at a reasonable hour the night before. Impatience gnawed at me as my curiosity

burned, prompting me to hover near her door.

Ten minutes had passed, and still, there was no indication that Amber was awake, Frustration started

to bubble up inside me, fueling my need to catch up on her dinner meeting with the Colonel.

I lightly knocked on her door, hoping to rouse her from her seemingly deep sleep. When no response came, I grew more insistent, knocking again, this time with more force.

Silence persisted, and unease began to gnaw at me. The thought that something might be wrong with

Amber took hold, overriding my curiosity. Worried, I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door

open, relieved to find that she hadn’t locked it from the inside.

I peered into her room cautiously, scanning for any signs of distress before making my way towards

her bedside.

My heart skipped a beat as I took in the sight before me. Amber was drenched in sweat, her brows

furrowed in disturbed sleep. Panic pulsed through me, fearing the worst.

I called out her name gently, my voice laced with worry, but she remained unresponsive. Desperation

clawed at me as I lightly tapped her shoulder, repeating her name with increasing volume.

In a sudden flurry of movement, Amber jolted awake, her gaze wide with panic. As she sat up abruptly. her head collided with mine, sending a jolt of pain through both of us. I winced, instinctively

reaching out to steady her, my concern for her overriding my minor discomfort at that moment.

“Amber, are you alright?” I asked.

Amber stared at me with a mix of annoyance and confusion etching her features. “Richard, what the

actual fuck are you doing in my room so early in the morning?” she asked, her voice laced with

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I scoffed, unable to help myself. “Early in the morning? Is this your definition of early? J you know you silly idiot, it’s already 11 am,” I retorted, a teasing edge in my voice.

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Her brows furrowed as she processed my words. “Wait, really? That’s not possible. It can’t be 11 am already,” she replied.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, showing her the time. “See for yourself. This is exactly 27 minutes past 11,” I said, holding out my phone for her to see.

Amber gasped, her eyes widening in shock. “Oh my goodness! What in the world! How did I sleep for so © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

long?”

I shrugged, folding my arms across my chest. “You don’t actually expect me to have an answer to that, do you? Your body seemed to have shut down for some reason, but I’m guessing you just needed to rest

from the stress.” I suggested. “I’m guessing the dinner meeting with Colonel Miller went well. You

seemed so at ease that you slept for over 12 hours. 12 whole hours like someone who overdosed on

sleeping pills.”

Amber gasped again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe it. I usually don’t sleep that

long. In fact, I barely get any sleep at night. This is a first,” she confessed, her voice tinged

with surprise.

I couldn’t help but smile at her astonishment. “Well, maybe deep down, you felt a sense of relief,

like a weight lifted off your shoulders. You seemed quite confident last night, so maybe gaining your confidence relieved you a bit, and allowed you to sleep peacefully,” I said.

However, in a split second, Amber’s expression suddenly turned from disbelief to sheer horror. She

looked down at herself and gasped once again. Panic flashed in her eyes and before I knew it, she

started to smack my arm several times. “Richard, you dirty pervert!”

Confusion washed over me as I quickly got out of her bed and stepped back. “What now, you crazy woman? Why in the world did you hit me?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

Amber pointed down at her chest area, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. It was then that I

noticed that what she was wearing was almost see–through.

Heat rushed to my own cheeks as the realization hit me, and I quickly turned my back. “Oh my, I’m so

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sony. Amber, I swear I didn’t even take note of what you had on. Believe me, I didn’t see anything.” Istammered, my words aethed as I tried to avoid looking back at her angry face.

Soddech, pillows started to thy in my direction, hitting me square in the back as Amber’s voice echoed through the room, filled with anger. “You are a liar and a disgusting pervert!” she yelled,

Itamed around, my eyes wide with shock, my hands up in defense. “Again lady. I’m not a pervert! I didn’t even notice what you had on, I promise!” I yelled back, annoyed that I was being accused when

dn’t even see anything

Maybe I should have looked much sooner.

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She then threw another pillow at my head, her aim perfect. It collided with a thud, leaving me momentarily dazed. “You came barging into my room!” she shouted. frustration evident in her voice.

I shook my head, trying to regain my composure. “Amber, I came into your room because I thought something had happened to you. You weren’t responding when I called, and I got worried. It’s not my fault that you sleep like you have one foot in the grave!” I hissed.

She scoffed, her eyes narrowed with skepticism. “Oh, please! Like I can believe that,” she retorted.

“You know, you should be thanking me, Amber! I came to check on you because I thought something! happened. But instead, I get accused of being a pervert!” I yelled back.

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anger on Amber’s face seemed to waver for a moment before she threw another pillow at me. It landed with a soft thud against my chest. “Just get out of my room if you don’t want to get hit with a curling iron next,” she threatened.

I swiftly made my way toward the door, feeling the urge to throw a pillow back at her. Before leaving, I turned back to face her. “Fine. Just be ready and downstairs in thirty minutes. We have important things to talk about,” I said firmly.

Amber’s eyes narrowed as she watched me, her anger still evident. “Fine,” she muttered. “Now, get out!”

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