Calvert found himself thinking that Mr. Nash and Henrietta were surprisingly well-suited for each other. Who said two cold personalities couldn't make a good match? From what he’d observed on the drive, their quiet dynamic was comfortable, a stark contrast to how things were with Britney.
Henrietta and Britney were polar opposites. Britney was a lively, arrogant woman, her pride on full display like a spoiled princess. If she were here, she would have been chattering nonstop the entire way. She never would have slept so soundly and peacefully like Henrietta was now.
During her time with Mr. Nash, Britney had been treated well, but she’d acted spoiled and refused to get married, expecting him to pluck the stars from the sky for her. Mr. Nash had proposed marriage twice. The first time was a few months into their relationship. When she refused, he let it go. The second time she was still playing games, and he broke up with her immediately after. A man as busy as Mr. Nash simply didn’t have the time or energy to revolve around one woman’s whims.
Henrietta, on the other hand, seemed to be a breath of fresh air. Maybe Mr. Nash had finally found the right person this time. Calvert certainly hoped so. After all, his boss wasn't getting any younger.
Calvert sighed internally. Britney was still hung up on Mr. Nash, but there was nothing to be done. Focusing back on the road, he lowered his voice. “Mr. Nash, we’re approaching the Sargent estate.”
“Mm,” Yosef acknowledged, turning his gaze to the woman beside him. “Henrietta. We’re almost there.”
She didn’t stir.
Yosef glanced at his watch. “Pull over near the gate and wait.”
“Yes, sir,” Calvert replied.
The convoy came to a quiet stop a short distance from the estate entrance. Yosef went back to his work while they waited. It was another ten minutes before Henrietta’s eyes fluttered open. As the sleepiness faded, she suddenly realized her head was resting on Yosef’s shoulder. She shot upright instantly.
Yosef looked over at her. “Sleep well?”
Embarrassment washed over her. “Are we here?”
He nodded.
Henrietta glanced out the window. “Oh, okay. I’ll get going then.” The words felt wrong as soon as she said them. They were parked right outside her home.
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