When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 110

She was engrossed in her research, exploring the idea of restructuring her company to break into the booming web series market.

As she was watching, a new message notification popped up. She tapped on it and was surprised to see it was from Yosef. He’d messaged her first.

It was another voice message. So, he really did hate typing.

Henrietta chuckled to herself. She pressed play.

“Henrietta, I’ve landed,” his characteristically cool voice said.

She held her phone in silence for a moment. He was actually checking in with her, updating her on his whereabouts. She felt a small pang of guilt for not having sent a message to see if he’d arrived safely.

Glancing at the time, she decided to reply with a simple text: [Okay.]

Yosef didn’t respond. After waiting a minute, Henrietta gave up and went back to her dramas. But two minutes later, another message came through.

“Still awake?” It was a voice message again.

She typed back: [I’m watching some short dramas for work. I’ll sleep soon. What time is it over there?]

His reply came quickly. “Just about to have dinner.”

[Enjoy your meal.]

She texted. Just then, a knock sounded at her bedroom door.

Henrietta frowned. Who could it be this late at night? She got out of bed, slipped on a robe, and went to open the door, phone still in hand. She was startled to see who was standing there. “Bro?”

Quinton’s face was flushed, and the smell of alcohol hung heavily around him. He stood in the doorway, his gaze intense and heavy.

“Why have you been drinking so much?” she asked, frowning. “Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip abroad?”

“Can I… come in for a minute?” he asked.

Henrietta froze, at a complete loss for words. So… her past suspicions had been correct?

As if on cue, her phone began to ring. It was a video call from Yosef.

“Henrietta,” Quinton pleaded, his eyes dark with pain. “Please, just listen to me. Don’t answer the phone.”

Henrietta was trapped. Quinton was clearly not in his right mind, and she was afraid that forcing him to leave might cause a scene in the middle of the night. Drunk people were unpredictable.

“Fine,” she conceded. “Say what you need to say.”

She placed her phone on the table beside her, planning to call Yosef back as soon as Quinton left. But she didn’t expect Quinton to suddenly move from his side of the sofa to sit right next to her.

She flinched, instinctively shuffling away. But in her haste, her hand brushed against her phone, and her finger accidentally hit the green ‘accept call’ icon. Her heart sank. To make matters worse, before she could grab the phone and before Yosef could say a word, Quinton spoke again, his voice raw and desperate, thick with a long-suppressed agony.

“Henrietta, can’t you feel it? Don’t you feel that I’ve always been in love with you?”