When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 211

“Okay,” Henrietta nodded, not saying anything more. She just felt a strange sense of pity for Jethro. Still, it wasn't as if it was a life-or-death debt.

To think that Jethro’s life had been shaped by a single piece of candy… Henrietta wasn't sure whether to find it amusing or a little heartbreaking.

An idea suddenly struck her. She turned to Yosef and suggested, “Should we buy a jar of candy for Jethro?”

Yosef paused, looking at her with a flicker of curiosity, as if the idea was entirely novel to him.

“He’s a little old for candy,” he remarked, a hint of inquisitiveness in his voice.

Hearing that, Henrietta faltered for a moment, then pressed her lips together. Perhaps people with a mind for finance were simply too rational to consider such sentimental gestures, especially between brothers.

It was an interesting contrast between her and Yosef. He was a titan of finance, governed by absolute logic, while her world of art demanded a deep well of emotion. Their careers were polar opposites.

But before Henrietta could voice her thoughts, Yosef added, “He may not need it, but we’ll do as you wish.”

Henrietta’s face brightened. “Alright.”

For the first time, Yosef found himself accompanying his wife on a sentimental, and surprisingly interesting, errand: selecting candy in a vibrant confectionery.

The shop was filled with gleeful children and young couples, likely high school or college students. Yosef, with his cool, commanding presence, stood out like a sore thumb. The fact that he was flanked by Calvert and several bodyguards only amplified the effect, making him a truly unique spectacle in the whimsical store.

Henrietta pointed to a few options. “Which one do you think is best?”

Yosef glanced over them. “If you like them, just buy them all.”

Henrietta nearly laughed. “It’s not for me.”

“We can still get them all,” Yosef insisted, revealing the classic billionaire’s shopping mentality.

Henrietta considered for a moment before choosing a beautiful jar filled with an assortment of flavors—caramels, fruit candies, and malt drops. The colors were beautiful, and the quality was apparent.

When the clerk learned it was a gift, she tied a ribbon around the neck of the jar and attached a small card with a generic warm message, something like, “Wishing you sweetness in life.”

After placing the jar in a gift bag, the clerk handed it to Henrietta, but Yosef intercepted it, taking the bag himself.

Henrietta paused, raising an eyebrow slowly. The powerful man who seemed so out of place here, who claimed to be unsentimental, was proving to be remarkably thoughtful.

Calvert was already holding her purse, and before she could even think about paying, Yosef simply said, “Calvert.”

Calvert stepped forward, phone in hand. “Allow me, ma’am.” He swiftly completed the payment.

Though it was a high-end candy shop, the staff was still taken aback by Yosef’s entourage and effortless authority. The clerk quickly accepted the payment and offered a single piece of candy to Henrietta. “This is for you.”

Henrietta accepted it with a smile. “Thank you.”

The clerk had only offered one, assuming a man like Yosef wouldn't eat sweets. The fact that he had even stepped into a candy store felt like a minor miracle.

Yosef remained silent, his gaze fixed deeply on her as he opened his mouth.

He didn’t eat candy. He had no interest in it. But now…

The candy slid into his mouth, its flavor sweet and rich.

“Is it good?” Henrietta asked.

“Yes, it’s good,” Yosef said, his throat bobbing. “Sweet.” In truth, he didn’t like things that were overly sweet.

Henrietta’s lips curved into a beautiful smile. Her features were exquisite—captivating eyes, creamy skin, and thick hair that matched her brows and lashes. With her high nose and naturally red lips, she was stunning without a trace of makeup. Even as she smiled, an alluring coolness remained about her, captivating the soul.

“I’m glad you like it,” she murmured.

“It’s a shame there’s only one,” Yosef said.

Henrietta was about to say that it was just a free sample, that they could buy as many as they wanted.

But before she could speak, Yosef added, “Do you want a taste, Henrietta?”

She paused, confused. In the next second, he gently cupped her chin.