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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
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 dly
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, feelingfortable and confident enough to show off
her body through the transparent white fabric.
“I don’t think we have much to eat, so I think we should just order something. I haven’t been here in
a while, and I 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 nonchntly, a yful 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 cabs, his eyes widening in surprise as he
discovered them packed with an array of food supplies.
A note attached to the back of the cab door 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? I think I can whip up some spaghetti aglio e olio for 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 ttering With a sense of purpose, Rich, of pots and pans filling the kitchen. As he
moved around with practiced ease, his confidence in the
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kitchen was undeniable, a sight that Amber found irresistibly appealing.
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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 disy of
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 kitchenpared to her.
With the spaghetti aglio e olio finally 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 vors
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 heartfeltpliment, a flicker of skepticism
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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 tey 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, ced a hand over he
stomach, the feeling of fullness foreign to her yet weed. She couldn’t remember thest time she
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 came over me,” she admitted, her voiceced with amazement. “I was so hungry,
and it was just… easy to eat.”
As Richard chuckled in amusement at her revtion with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pushed
his untouched te of food towards her. “Here, you can have mine too, since you don’t seem entirely
satisfied,” he offered, a grin ying on his lips. “I can always order pizza if I’m hungry, so don’t
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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
epted his offer with a grateful nod, digging into the second te with a newfound appetite.
As Amber savored thest bite of the second te 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 tes of food without the usual difort hitting her with unexpected
Semotion.
Staring at the empty tes 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,ced 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. nting
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.
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“Let’s just say I put a lot of love into it,” Richard replied.
Amber’sughter bubbled forth at his yful response, her heart swelling with warmth.
With a teasing glint in her eye, Amber yfully dered, “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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