When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 155

Without his glasses, he looked younger, more strikingly beautiful. He didn't look thirty-one at all—twenty-five at most. With them... he projected an air of regal sharpness, a cool authority that commanded respect.

He was flawlessly handsome, a face she would call divine. As an acting major, she had seen her share of performers and celebrities. Some only looked good on camera. But Yosef's looks were the real deal.

"Henrietta?"

Yosef's voice snapped her back to reality. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She had been staring.

"Oh," she said, flustered. "It's nothing important. Just some people at my company have been making grand romantic gestures, treating everyone to things. We were just gossiping about it."

Yosef raised an eyebrow. "In that case, when I get back, I'll treat your entire company. And you'll have to give me a proper introduction."

Henrietta hadn't expected him to say that. She had blurted it out because she was embarrassed about getting caught staring at him, not thinking through her words.

"I... that's not what I meant," she hurried to say, afraid he'd misunderstood.

Seeing her reaction, Yosef smiled softly. "Are you trying to hide me away, Henrietta? I can't have that."

For some reason, Henrietta's face grew warm. He hadn't put his glasses back on and was just talking to her like that. Her mind started to wander. She vaguely remembered reading in a book somewhere that when someone who wears glasses takes them off during a conversation, it means they want to feel closer to the person they're talking to.

"I..." Henrietta was at a loss for words.

Yosef seemed to notice her discomfort and gently took the lead. "So, when I get back, will you introduce me to your employees?"

Henrietta paused for a couple of seconds before replying, "Okay." Then, she suddenly added, "Definitely."

She had no idea why she added that last word. It just... slipped out.

Yosef didn't say anything, just looked at her through the screen.

Henrietta didn't know what to say either. Had she killed the conversation again? No, she had to find a topic. She couldn't let Yosef be the one to initiate everything every single time. She wracked her brain, but before she could think of anything, Yosef spoke. "Henrietta, what kind of wedding do you want? A classic ceremony, or something more traditional?"

Henrietta, who had been desperately searching for an interesting topic, froze.

A wedding...

Oh no, she hadn't thought about it at all! Was she going to fail to respond again?

"I... either is fine, I suppose," Henrietta managed.

From her answer, Yosef could tell she hadn't given it any thought. "How about we combine them?" he suggested. "A white gown for the ceremony, and you can change into a traditional dress for the reception. Would that be alright?"

"Okay," Henrietta bit her lip slightly. "I'm hanging up now."

She ended the call first, her heart beating a little faster than usual. What... was this feeling? She had never imagined a relationship of 'mutual respect' would feel like this. It was so calming, so secure. There wasn't a sudden, fiery passion, but there was an indescribable comfort to it.

Yosef put down his phone and turned to Calvert. "You're in charge of my wedding with Henrietta. Contact the planners and get the preparations started."

"Yes, sir," Calvert bowed his head, unable to resist praising Henrietta again. "Mrs. Nash is so graceful and understanding."

A soft, gentle smile played on Yosef's cool features. He nodded. "Mm. She's not demanding or dramatic. It's a relationship of mutual respect, which is incredibly comfortable."

There was no need to overthink it, no need to question 'like' or 'dislike.' That wasn't even part of the equation anymore. It had nothing to do with love. It was simply... now that they were husband and wife, every step should be taken with due diligence.

Seeing Yosef like this, Calvert remarked, "Exactly. The way you and Mrs. Nash interact, even an outsider like me can see how comfortable it is."

Yosef's smile deepened as he stood up. "Time for the meeting."

"Right away, sir," Calvert said, following behind him, still showering him with praise. "Ever since you married her, you've been in much better spirits. You're practically glowing with energy!"

It seemed like even meetings were more exciting now. Of course, with such a delightful person at home, what man wouldn't be in a good mood? Who would have thought that two such cool-headed people would create something so uniquely captivating. The subtle, unspoken connection was, in its own way, far more alluring.