When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 194

"Okay." Henrietta smiled and nodded, turning back to the master bedroom with a sense of satisfaction.

She was Yosef's legal wife. Whether Cheryl was a schemer or a manipulator, she could fight back. Cheryl was just a subordinate who harbored a crush on him, always looking for an opportunity. But it was clear Yosef didn't see her in that light. Calvert's words had also confirmed her earlier suspicion: Yosef truly didn't have the energy to care about such petty schemes. He was either oblivious or simply didn't have the time.

Henrietta climbed back into bed but found she couldn't sleep. Her mind was racing. After all, this would be the first time she'd ever slept in the same bed as a man. She had no idea what might or might not happen.

Perhaps... Yosef wouldn't even sleep in the bed. Maybe he'd take the sofa?

Anything was possible.

But she had a feeling that Yosef was the type to be decisive, a man who takes charge. He appeared cool, composed, and perfectly gentlemanly, but underneath it all was a commanding presence that was always there.

Lost in these thoughts, Henrietta eventually drifted off to sleep.

Later that night, at one in the morning, the video conference finally concluded.

As Yosef prepared to return to the master bedroom, he gave Calvert an order. "Look into it."

Calvert was momentarily confused. "Look into what, sir?"

"The claims her ex-boyfriend made," Yosef said, his voice cool and steady.

Calvert was stunned for a second but quickly recovered. "Yes, sir. I'll get on it first thing tomorrow."

He recalled bringing this up on the way to the airport that day, but Mr. Nash had shut him down and sent him to be punished. Hadn't he said he didn't care back then? So what had changed?

Calvert didn't dare ask.

Cheryl, however, couldn't help herself. "Are you starting to care now?" she asked, a hint of bitterness in her voice. If he cared, it meant he was starting to have feelings.

Yosef completely ignored her question and walked away.

Cheryl seethed with frustration, but there was nothing she could do. She could only console herself with the thought that this was just Mr. Nash's nature—he liked to know everything, to always be in control.

It was better this way! If the investigation proved the rumors were true... let's see how Henrietta would hold her head up then! Even if Mr. Nash didn't mind, it was hardly something to be proud of.

Yosef returned to the master bedroom, where the soft glow of floor lights cast a hazy ambiance. He went to the dressing room, changed into his pajamas, and walked over to the bed, his eyes falling on the sleeping figure.

Henrietta was fast asleep, clutching a large body pillow.

Yosef chuckled softly. He carefully reached over, gently removed the pillow, and tossed it aside. Then he lifted the covers and slipped into bed as quietly as he could. He settled in, turned onto his side, and wrapped an arm around Henrietta from behind, pulling her close.

Overwhelmed by a mix of tension and instinctual fear, she finally whispered his name. "Mr. Nash?"

In her words, Yosef heard the unmistakable tremor of... fear.

Yes. Fear. Was she afraid? Or was she rejecting him?

Her voice was trembling and stiff. It all meant no, didn't it? At least, that's how he interpreted it.

Yosef immediately withdrew his hand. He kissed her ear one last time, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I'm sorry. I thought you were ready."

In the darkness of the night, even his apology sounded incredibly seductive.

Henrietta bit her lip tightly, wanting to say that, actually...

But before she could speak, Yosef continued. "It's alright. I'll wait until you're ready. Until you've fully accepted me. Go to sleep."

After that, his hands remained perfectly still, simply holding her by the waist.

Henrietta couldn't tell if she felt disappointed or relieved. After a moment, she just nodded and murmured, "Okay."