When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 192

"Mr. Nash?" Henrietta looked up, her gaze colliding unexpectedly with the deep, oceanic pools of his eyes. A storm seemed to be brewing in their depths.

"Right," Yosef murmured, clearing his throat as if snapping out of a trance. But he still didn't leave. Instead, he said her name. "Henrietta."

She looked at him. "Yes?"

Yosef's eyes darkened further. "Do you... want to kiss me?"

His question left Henrietta utterly stunned. She just stared at him, her mind blank, unable to process the words.

When she finally did, she found herself unable to speak, her shyness rendering her mute as a blush spread uncontrollably across her beautiful face.

Yosef was no fool; her silence was all the answer he needed. He didn't wait for a verbal reply. He simply bent his head and pressed his lips to hers.

Henrietta's mind went white. She was afraid to move.

It wasn't their first kiss. There had been that time outside the Sargent estate, in front of Joaquin... but this was different.

Before her mind could catch up, his lips were no longer just resting against hers. With a touch of primal dominance, he parted them and deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the line of her teeth.

Henrietta's brain short-circuited completely. She felt dizzy, as if she were drunk, her head light and her feet ungrounded. She was completely dazed through the entire experience, led by him through their first true, intimate kiss.

It was the ringing of a phone that finally broke the spell.

Yosef released her lips, resting his forehead against hers, his breathing slightly heavy.

Henrietta was so flustered she didn't dare speak, unsure of where to even put her hands. She felt as though she'd nearly suffocated, his kiss stealing the very breath from her lungs. She was lost, inexperienced, and instinctively shy.

Yosef ignored the ringing phone, as if no noise in the world could disturb him. He raised a hand, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "Was that okay?" he whispered.

The question sent her mind reeling again, leaving her speechless for several seconds. Finally, she managed to force out a single word. "Yes."

Then, in a much smaller voice, she added, "It was nice."

He had kissed her, and not just any kiss. So... he probably didn't have any issues in that department, right?

Yosef straightened up, a brow slowly arching. His intense eyes held a hint of curiosity.

"Your phone," Henrietta said quickly.

But he still didn't move, just watched her.

The ringing stopped.

Honestly, Henrietta couldn't even remember what the kiss felt like. She'd been in such a fog, her mind a complete blur, that even her senses seemed to have shut down. She felt nothing but the intense embarrassment of him staring at her now.

"Mr. Nash," she repeated.

"I know," Yosef said, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. The usual cool detachment on his handsome face was gone, replaced by a more aggressive, commanding sort of charm.

He finally went to get his phone, but before leaving, he turned back. "Henrietta, you know... when you kiss, it really doesn't feel like you've done this before."

"I apologize, sir. It was my mistake. I won't rush you next time," Calvert said quickly. After all, Mr. Nash was a married man now; he couldn't just be disturbed at any hour.

Yosef clapped him on the shoulder, a slight frown on his face as he asked bluntly, "Calvert, what does it mean if someone's reaction to a kiss is very clumsy and inexperienced?"

He was nothing if not direct. He asked without any sense of embarrassment. They were a legally married couple; a kiss was perfectly normal.

Still, Calvert blushed.

Yosef looked at him, exasperated. "You weren't the one kissing. What are you blushing for?"

Calvert was speechless.

"Well..." Calvert wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "I don't have much experience in that area myself. But I'd guess... it was probably their first time?"

Then Calvert remembered the incident at the Sargent estate. So, was Henrietta‘s ex-boyfriend lying through his teeth?

Just then, Cheryl spoke up. "Besides that possibility, there is one other."

Yosef turned to her.

Cheryl lowered her gaze. "If I may be so bold, sir. The other possibility is... she was faking it."

In truth, Yosef had been thinking the same thing. It could only be one of the two.