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?"

mostly look like scared rabbits if I speak to them.

eyebrow at

this office is stupidly grand. I'm going

hand it

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

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

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

with Italian flair-collar open, cuffs casually rolled. He's not just moving-he's gliding, like he's floating on

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a stick. I'm a happily married woman, but....phew, I am definitely picking up

introduces us. "Meet

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 all warmth and

I smile thinking about how Jayden must

Jayden explains, as if that's enough to sum

whizz."

your wife is so-how do you say-sexy?" His smile widens, and for a second, I forget to breathe. "Uh, thank you," I manage to say, as I blush furiously like a teenager. "Please,

must message Lisa about him.

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

charm, but it's more than that. There's an undercurrent of raw

a moment's notice, and you'd thank him

I can see why Jayden warned me-this man is magnetic, a walking hurricane of testosterone and charisma. "I'm sure

a hint of fondness. I mean Jayden is the most jealous man

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

'ow you