When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 131

The situation was perilous; they nearly swerved into another car.

Terrified, Matteo forcefully shoved Artina’s hand away. “Are you crazy? Do you have a death wish?”

Artina sobbed, “You hit me!” But she didn’t dare strike him again, fearing for her own life.

Matteo steadied the steering wheel. “That’s because you can’t say a single decent thing! If you keep spouting nonsense and pissing me off, then fine! We’re done! Let’s break up!”

That shut her up. Artina stopped her hysterics and was reduced to quiet, hitching sobs.

Matteo’s dark, furious expression was frightening. “Let’s just end it,” he snapped impatiently. “Maybe then I’ll finally have a chance to get back together with Henrietta!”

Artina’s crying intensified. “No, I don’t want to break up. I can’t live without you.”

Matteo said nothing, but a flicker of pride warmed his chest. He knew she couldn't leave him; she needed him physically. He also knew she was secretly hoping he’d reconcile with Henrietta, eager to use him as her ticket into high society.

Trying to appease him, Artina said, “I won’t lose my temper anymore. It’s just… I can’t stand Henrietta’s attitude. But I really think she’ll get back with you sooner or later. She loves you deeply. I’m a woman; I know how women think.”

Matteo snorted. “So now you’re singing a different tune?”

Artina wiped her tears. “Think about it. The fact that she got so angry and insisted I apologize proves she sees us getting close. She knows I’m pursuing you, so she’s jealous. That’s why she’s acting this way.”

Her explanation made sense to Matteo, and his anger began to subside.

“It just shows that our plan is working,” Artina continued. “The more jealous and angry she gets, the more it proves she loves and cares about you.”

Matteo nodded, his pride swelling. “Of course. I was her first love. We were together for years, and she gave so much to our relationship. How could she not love me? How could she ever truly let me go?”

They arrived at the company, and Matteo parked the car. “Let’s go.”

Artina composed herself, though the red handprint on her cheek and her swollen eyes were still visible.

When they entered the office, Henrietta paused, momentarily taken aback. She had almost forgotten she’d demanded Artina come to apologize. She had been in the middle of a discussion with Winona about restructuring the company to focus on producing short-form web dramas.

The pair approached her desk.

“We’ll continue this later,” Henrietta said to Winona.

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