Divorce to Destiny: Reclaiming My CEO Husband by Anney GW

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358 Meeting Matteo

358 Meeting Matteo

(Winona)

"Let's get to the next meeting." Jayden pops his head in the door. "You're about to meet the Italian version of Lance. Careful your ovaries don't explode."

I grin. "Good, he might be able to help melt this ice in my veins now.

Jayden laughs. "Astrid has that effect, but she'll come around, You okay?"

"Please, after dealing with your mother all my adult life, Astrid is water off a duck's back." We head off along the myriad of corridors and rooms. I swear a whole city works in here.

Employees dressed in sleek suits, working with an almost eerie silence, their eyes flicking up momentarily as we pass. Jayden strides confidently, like he owns every inch of this place-which, technically, he does. But these people look at him like he's a god. I can tell he's used to it in the short time here. I think he secretly loves it. I mean, who wouldn't?

The employees watch him with awe and thinly veiled envy. But no one says hello. No one speaks. It's like it's forbidden.

Back home, the janitors will have a friendly conversation with you.

Jayden's the king of this empire, and thèse employees are the loyal subjects. And then there's me-the queen nobody asked for.

The looks I get from some of them are mixed. A couple of secretaries give me awkward smiles, which I return, but most keep their gazes down or avoid making eye contact.

"Does anyone actually talk to you in here?"

They mostly look like scared rabbits if I speak to them. But they'll get used to

at him. He

this office is stupidly grand. I'm going to downsize

this should be interesting. Got to hand it to Gus, at least he is

as he pushes open the door. And he's right. It's like the penthouse

that's completely out of place in the sterile halls of Nexus Global-a man bursting with life, noise, and

his deep voice calls out, and before I know what's happening, the tall, dark-haired man with an easy smile strides

He's not just moving-he's gliding, like he's floating on charm alone. He is built and everything he wears outlines every... bul -perfectly. And yes, my ovaries

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on a stick. I'm a happily married woman, but....phew,

us. "Meet

me. He takes my hand, bending slightly to kiss it. "It is an honor, Mrs. Brennan." He pronounces my name like it's poetry, his Italian accent rolling the 'r' and elongating the vowels. I'm struck by his confidence and grace. He kisses both my cheeks, a quick, warm gesture that somehow feels natural and intimate at the same time. When he steps back, his smile is

smile thinking about how Jayden must have felt the

if that's enough to sum up this whirlwind of a man.

whizz."

smile widens, and for a second, I forget to breathe. "Uh, thank you," I

message Lisa about

sound. "Ah, signora, no need to be shy. You are smoking hot!" He gestures grandly.

than that. There's an undercurrent of raw energy, like he

at a moment's notice, and

an intensity in his gaze, a heat that's unmistakable. I can see why Jayden warned me-this man is magnetic,

of fondness. I mean Jayden is

me, Jayden!" Matteo says, clutching his chest dramatically. "But I forgive you because you have brought Winona into our dull

you are.... 'ow you say...lucky