When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 175

The manager strode forward and delivered four sharp slaps across the girl’s face. “Even if the king of heaven himself were here today, he would still have to apologize to Ms. Sargent!”

The girl, now the most battered of the group, clutched her face and shrieked, “Do you know Artina’s fiancé is—”

Her words were cut short by the crisp, formal voice of the greeter at the banquet hall entrance.

“Announcing the arrival of Mr. Nash!”

A new wave of shock rippled through the hall.

Mr. Nash? The owner of the Nash Hotel? What was such a powerful man doing here? Could it be… Artina’s fiancé? That would explain her audacity, her willingness to scheme against her own boss!

Henrietta’s brow furrowed at the announcement. Mr. Nash?

Charlotte whispered, “Henrietta, is your husband back?”

Henrietta shook her head. “No.”

Winona’s eyes widened. “Wait, don’t tell me he’s Artina’s fiancé? Is the bastard… Jethro Nash?”

Henrietta raised an eyebrow. “I doubt it. Yosef must have sent him.”

She reasoned that if Jethro was here, it was because Yosef had called him. That would be impressive—not only had he sent the manager, but one of the owners was here in person. That carried far more weight than any hotel employee.

Artina’s face suddenly lit up with a triumphant smile. “He’s finally here!”

Her friends, too, looked utterly smug as they followed Artina to greet her fiancé.

Henrietta was speechless. Winona and Charlotte exchanged stunned glances.

So that was it. No wonder she was so arrogant. If it was Jethro Nash, she certainly had the right to be. It explained why she dared to pull such a stunt in the Nash Hotel, and why Henrietta’s backup couldn’t get in.

Henrietta felt she should have guessed sooner, but the idea had seemed too far-fetched.

“I can’t wait to see this bastard in the flesh,” Winona muttered. “But this is just… hilarious.”

She couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter.

Charlotte picked up the thread. “Talk about a family feud! If it’s Jethro, won’t he have to respectfully call you ‘sister-in-law’? How could he possibly let Artina get away with this?”

Henrietta’s feelings were a complicated mix. Yes, Artina’s reign of terror was about to end, but to think the bastard was her own brother-in-law… Given Artina’s outrageous behavior, Jethro was clearly infatuated with her. The special coffee and cake, the angry call to Charlotte’s dad… if Jethro truly adored Artina, she might still be able to get away with it.

“What was that?” one of her friends whispered. “Isn’t that your fiancé’s older brother? Why did he ignore you?”

Artina frowned and shook her head. “He’s always been cold,” she whispered back. “Jethro must have sent him to back me up! Come on, let’s follow them.”

She hurried after Yosef, her friends trailing behind, their confidence suddenly restored.

By the time Yosef reached Henrietta, she still hadn’t fully processed his presence.

“Henrietta, what happened?” he asked, his voice cool but gentle, with a calming quality that instantly put her at ease. She slowly came back to herself, still reeling from the shock of his sudden appearance. He looked exhausted, his eyes traced with red.

After a moment, she managed to ask, “What… what are you doing back?”

Yosef nodded. “I made a last-minute decision yesterday. I pushed all my meetings together and flew back as soon as they were done.”

Henrietta thought of how she couldn’t reach him yesterday. “You were in meetings this whole time?”

“I was,” Yosef confirmed, his gaze soft. “Shall we sit down and talk?”

“Oh,” Henrietta nodded. “Okay.”