When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 190

Henrietta was surprised. So that was it. She wasn’t shocked that the registry office had reported to Yosef; she already knew his reach was vast. She just hadn't connected the dots. Most people would be angry if they felt they were being investigated, but he had been… worried about her? And had pulled an all-nighter just to rush back?

So that’s why he had shown up at the hotel. She had assumed it was just a coincidence.

She couldn’t quite describe the feeling in her heart, but it was impossible to say she wasn’t moved.

“Okay, I understand,” Henrietta said, then asked, “Can this meeting be moved to tomorrow?” Perhaps without even realizing it, she was starting to care for him.

“I’m afraid not, Mrs. Nash,” Calvert replied. “These two meetings involve critical decisions. Postponing them would delay the project.”

“Oh,” Henrietta said. “Alright. I’ll let him know when he comes out.”

“Thank you. I’ll hang up now. Good night.”

“Good night,” Henrietta replied.

Calvert ended the call, but Henrietta kept the phone pressed to her ear for a moment longer, still processing what he had revealed. He had done all that for her? When she thought about it, she hadn't really done anything for him at all.

Just then, a dark figure cast a shadow over her. She looked up to see Yosef standing by the bed. The deep blue silk of his bathrobe made him look even more devastatingly handsome. His mere presence carried an intimidating, regal aura that always felt slightly overwhelming whenever he was near.

“I’m sorry,” she said, quickly handing him the phone. “Calvert called. It kept ringing, so I answered.”

Yosef took the phone and sat on the edge of the bed. “You can answer my phone anytime.” He glanced at the screen. “Reminding me about the meeting?”

“Yes,” Henrietta nodded.

“There’s still time,” he murmured, then stood and walked over to the sitting area of the bedroom.

Henrietta frowned slightly. Was he… going to the meeting in just his bathrobe? That bathrobe was quite distracting. Shouldn’t he change? Cheryl would be in that meeting, wouldn't she? She had probably seen him in a bathrobe before. That was fine then, but now…

The thought spurred Henrietta to throw back the covers.

But just as she did, Yosef returned, carrying a small case. He placed the medical kit on the nightstand, opened it, and took out a tube of ointment.

“Give me your hand,” he said.

“I’ll be back as soon as the meeting is over,” Yosef said, standing up.

It was a completely unnecessary thing to say. Where else would he go?

“Okay,” Henrietta nodded, her eyes fixed on his deep blue bathrobe. Just as he was about to leave, she suddenly said, “Wait.”

Yosef raised an eyebrow.

“Are you going to the meeting dressed like that?” she asked, looking up at him from the bed.

In that moment, she looked like a siren from the deep sea—the most beautiful and alluring one of all.

Yosef’s throat tightened. “Then how should I dress?”

His voice was suddenly, inexplicably hoarse, filling the dimly lit bedroom with a simmering, palpable heat.