When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 203

The ultra-luxury furnished villas developed by Y-N Group were priceless treasures. They boasted prime locations, expansive layouts, and were outfitted with the finest materials and decor, ready for immediate occupancy. Each property came with a full suite of services, including top-tier security, a butler, and housekeeping staff who maintained the homes to a standard rivaling five-star hotels, even before they were sold.

A single one of these villas started in the hundreds of millions. After moving in, the only thing a resident needed to worry about was personal effects, and even that was handled by the butler service. From clothing and cosmetics to jewelry and handbags, brands delivered their latest collections directly to the home for private selection. It was the epitome of effortless, high-end living.

And now, Jethro was offering her a villa like that?

Artina was still in a daze as Jethro led her out the door. He drove directly to the exclusive residential area, where the general manager personally greeted them. With a tablet in hand, he respectfully invited Artina to make her selection.

It took Artina a moment to snap out of her stupor. When she did, her heart filled with giddy excitement, and she eagerly began browsing. She quickly fell in love with a classical European-style villa valued at eight hundred million. The interior was a masterpiece of opulence. The price tag made her head spin; she couldn't earn that much in a lifetime of acting. She finally understood the unimaginable joy of the ultra-wealthy. Her own well-to-do family seemed a world away from true affluence, and the gap between affluence and the stratosphere of the Nash family was immeasurable.

She feigned a bit of restraint. “Isn’t it a bit too expensive?”

“As long as you like it,” Jethro replied simply.

And just like that, it was settled. The deed was processed in her name with astonishing speed. When Artina held it in her hands, she felt like she might faint from sheer joy.

Next, Jethro asked her what kind of car she liked. She was currently driving a Mercedes. There were so many luxury cars she dreamed of, but at the top of her list was a red, limited-edition Ferrari. She thought it was incredibly cool and a perfect match for her personality.

Jethro arranged it all with a single phone call. The car, worth over thirty million, would be delivered directly to the garage of her new villa. Naturally, it was registered in her name as well. Artina had initially feigned reluctance, but deep down, she desperately wanted it all in her name—who wouldn’t? When it all came true, she was so moved she burst into tears.

Remarkably, everything was finalized in about an hour. The efficiency of it all deepened Artina’s obsession with wealth and power.

It was still early, and seeing her so happy made Jethro happy too. “Want to go see your new home?” he suggested.

Artina was so thrilled she could have jumped for joy.

When they arrived at the new villa, she couldn't contain her amazement. Like a wide-eyed tourist in a palace, she wandered through the rooms, her exclamations of “Wow!” “It’s so beautiful!” and “It’s huge!” echoing through the halls.

Jethro found her childlike wonder endearing, which only made him fonder of her vibrant personality.

Feeling dizzy again, Artina could only say, “Well… I’ll hold onto it for now.”

Jethro smiled, pleased. “As for the villa, just pick out whatever clothes and daily necessities you like. The bills will be sent to me, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. Same goes for groceries. All you need to do is live here happily.”

Artina’s eyes widened, and she had to fight the urge to scream with delight. She clamped down on the overwhelming excitement bubbling inside her. “No, I can’t let you do that! It’s too much. I can…”

Jethro cut her off. “Don’t be silly. We’re engaged. Soon enough, you’ll be my wife. Why worry about these things?”

Artina froze, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. He was so gentle, so generous, so completely devoted to her. Her eyes welled up with tears. It would be a lie to say she wasn't touched.

As an actress, she was a master of her emotions, and she let the tears fall freely.

Jethro was taken aback for a second, then smiled and gently wiped her tears away. “Why are you crying? It’s only natural for a man to provide for his woman. It’s my honor. Don’t be a silly girl.”