When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 204

His words moved Artina even more, and her tears flowed faster.

For some reason, her mind drifted back to the time Matteo had demanded three million from her. He had yelled, ordered her around, and even slapped her.

The contrast between the two men was stark, and in that moment, Artina’s feelings were genuine. It was impossible not to be captivated by a man like Jethro. She thought she might actually be falling for him.

“Thank you, Jethro,” she choked out between sobs. “You’re so good to me. I… I never dreamed I could be so lucky, to find such a wonderful partner!”

And that, at least, was the truth.

Jethro stroked her hair, patiently wiping away her tears.

“That’s because my Artina has always been as beautiful on the inside as she is on the out. That’s how I finally found you,” he said, his eyes full of deep affection.

Artina’s eyes were red from a mix of excitement, gratitude, and joy. Jethro’s words were so beautiful, like something out of a romance novel. For a fleeting moment, she regretted ever getting involved with Matteo.

Overwhelmed by emotion, she couldn't think of how to repay him. Acting on impulse, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

Jethro was surprised. They had only been engaged for a short time, and he had been busy. The closest they’d come to a kiss was when she’d kissed his cheek earlier. Now, their lips were meeting for the first time.

But he liked her, and they were engaged, so it felt perfectly natural.

A moment later, his masculine instincts took over, and he shifted from being kissed to taking the lead. This was no gentle press of lips; Jethro parted her lips and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.

From his perspective, his young fiancée was sweet, innocent, and beautiful. He was still seeing her through the warm glow of a cherished childhood memory, the polished image from her films, and the inherent innocence of her appearance. He felt incredibly lucky.

As the kiss intensified, their embrace grew more passionate and tangled. Jethro felt himself losing control, his hands instinctively beginning to roam.

But… why was it Jethro, and not Yosef?

The question sparked a flicker of resentment in her heart. If only it had been Yosef, she would be the most powerful woman in the world.

The thought intensified her longing, and even the cold water couldn’t cool her down. In the end, she had to take matters into her own hands. But as she found her release, the name she whispered was not Jethro’s.

It was Yosef.

Ten minutes later, the fire finally extinguished, she washed her face and hands and stared at her reflection. If Jethro could fall for her so completely, then maybe Yosef could too. They were brothers, so similar in appearance. It was possible their tastes were similar as well. Perhaps Yosef also had a weakness for her type.

It wasn’t over until it was over. Henrietta might have him now, but who knew who the final victor would be? Once she married Jethro, she would be part of the family, with endless opportunities and excuses to be near Yosef.

A slow smile spread across her lips. “I will take everything from you, Henrietta.”