When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 126

Henrietta raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Well, thank you for that.”

Leticia was speechless.

“Are you finished?” Henrietta asked.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Leticia said, annoyed. “Yosef is a perfectionist. He’s only being nice to you because he strives for perfection in everything he does.”

“I see. Anything else?” Henrietta asked.

Leticia sulked. “No. You can go.”

Henrietta nodded and turned to leave.

Finally, Jethro spoke, calling her back. “Henrietta.”

She turned around. “Yes?”

“We’re just concerned about Yosef,” Jethro said, his tone more measured. “He may seem invincible, but he carries a heavy burden. We just hope… that he has someone who will genuinely take care of him. Someone who will build a good life with him and stand by him, no matter what.”

So, this was the shadow of Britney, Henrietta thought. It wasn’t surprising. If she had her own baggage from Matteo, it was only natural that the Nash family had theirs.

Henrietta nodded, her expression cool. “I understand, and I agree. It’s getting late. You should both head home. Drive safely.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Were they a pair of overprotective siblings? It seemed they idolized Yosef. That explained why they had been on their best behavior in front of their parents but had immediately cornered her for a warning, afraid she might somehow “bully” their perfect older brother.

For the sake of Yosef, and the kindness of Zelina and Ryland, Henrietta decided to let it slide. They were his family, and they deserved her patience and tolerance.

Henrietta got into the car and drove off.

Leticia turned to Jethro. “She’s better than Britney.”

Jethro raised an eyebrow.

“If that had been Britney, she would have started a fight with me right then and there, and then run off to tattle to Yosef,” Leticia explained. “Henrietta’s personality is actually quite good. She’s not subservient, but she was still polite and patient with us.”

Jethro nodded. “True. Let’s go. We don’t know if she’ll tell on us yet. If she does, just wait and see how Yosef deals with you.”

Leticia pouted. “As if you weren’t my accomplice. If she tells, Yosef will come for you too. And if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure to tell him you were in on it!”

Jethro gently tapped her on the head. “You were the ringleader.”

Leticia nudged her brother with her elbow. “Jethro, don’t you think… Henrietta seems less like a wife Yosef brought home and more like his student? Or maybe they were trained by the same master?”

Jethro looked confused.

“They’re both so calm and quiet, and so composed,” Leticia elaborated. “When I provoked her just now, I really thought she was going to argue with me. But she didn’t.”

The bed should have been perfectly neat and empty. Instead, lying in the middle of it was the large body pillow she had brought with her.

Henrietta paused, then smiled to herself. She spent some time familiarizing herself with the layout of the suite before heading to the bathroom to wash up.

When she emerged, she found a new nightgown and robe laid out for her in the walk-in closet. They were a matching deep blue—simple and elegant, yet subtly luxurious. They weren't overly revealing, striking the perfect balance. When she put it on and looked in the mirror, she was surprised by how good it looked.

The man certainly had impeccable taste.

Once she was ready, Henrietta lay down on the bed and was immediately enveloped by an unfamiliar scent. It was his scent.

Henrietta felt her face flush. This was the first time she had ever lain in a man’s bed… Suddenly, she remembered that Yosef had asked her to call him once she arrived at Elysium Manor.

She sat up and patted her warm cheeks, telling herself to calm down. They were married. It wouldn't be out of place even if they did… something. It was just a bed. Why was she blushing?

But the more she tried to rationalize it, the redder her face became. She had already initiated the video call, and it was too late to hang up now.

Yosef was in the middle of a meeting when he saw her call. He paused the meeting and answered.

The moment the call connected, the image of Henrietta in his bed filled his screen. She was wearing the deep blue silk robe, which made her fair skin look as white as snow. Her long hair was slightly tousled, framing a face that was dazzlingly beautiful. The robe revealed just a hint of her collarbone, creating a surprisingly sensual image.

There she was, sitting on his deep blue bed, looking like a mermaid wrapped in the depths of the ocean—quiet, demure, cool, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Before Henrietta could even speak, Yosef suddenly reached out and ended the call.