When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 231

Considering how Jethro was willing to fall out with Yosef to defend Artina, Henrietta thought, it was no wonder Zelina was so worried.

Zelina fell silent. It seemed she would never contradict Yosef. There were things she could say to Henrietta, but not to him.

"Do you think the punishment I suggested was too severe?" Yosef asked.

"Not at all," Zelina replied.

With that, Yosef also went quiet.

"Don't worry, Mom," Henrietta said reassuringly. "It won't come to that."

Henrietta's certainty made Zelina look at her. Henrietta met her gaze and explained, "Jethro is just in the honeymoon phase of his relationship. His emotions are running high. Once he calms down, things will be fine."

Zelina thought for a moment and nodded. "Yes, you're right."

Yosef glanced at Henrietta and held out his hand. "Time to go home and get some sleep."

The couple said their goodbyes to his parents. As they got to the car, Yosef whispered a few words to Calvert before getting in. Once inside, he checked the time and asked Henrietta, "Are you tired?"

The alcohol had lent his voice a husky, gravelly quality that was especially captivating in the dimly lit car.

"No," Henrietta shook her head. "Are you? You drank quite a bit."

Yosef let out a low chuckle at her words. "You don't like it when I drink?"

"That's not it," she said. "A little drink can be pleasant. Drink when you need to."

Yosef leaned close to her ear. "I'm not tired, and I'm not drunk. It's just..."

Before Henrietta could ask what he meant, his lips were on hers, a gentle but insistent kiss. His meaning was suddenly unspoken but perfectly clear. He just wanted to kiss her. The rich aroma of wine clung to him, and he seemed to have lost a bit of his usual restraint. His hands began to wander, surprisingly bold for being in the car. Thankfully, the interior was dark. His kisses trailed from her lips, down her jaw, to the curve of her neck. Henrietta felt that this man's talent for seduction had grown remarkably after just a few encounters. She melted into his embrace, completely losing her composure, but Calvert was still in the driver's seat. She had to remind him.

"Mr. Nash..." she whispered.

The man finally pulled back with a low laugh and urged Calvert, "Faster."

"Yes, sir." Calvert kept his eyes forward and pressed the accelerator, making the engine roar.

Back home, Yosef went to take a shower. Henrietta washed up and lay in bed, but she couldn't fall asleep. She was still worried, still conflicted. She hoped Jethro would discover the truth soon.

Yosef held her tighter, his warmth a comfort in the late autumn chill. Just as Henrietta was about to suggest they sleep, Yosef kissed her again. Perhaps it was the alcohol, making him lose control. Or perhaps... he never intended to control himself in the first place. Soon, they were lost in a passionate kiss, their bodies burning with heat. For the first time, Henrietta felt a strange, new desire... a longing for more, a yearning to become one with him. The feeling was unfamiliar, making her tense with a nervous excitement. Yosef was perfectly healthy, his body radiating a heat that felt like it could scorch her. The alcohol seemed to make him even more alluring.

As he kissed her, he finally broke away, his voice impossibly deep as he murmured, "Henrietta... can I?"

Henrietta was mortified with shyness. It was all so sudden. She was completely unprepared. But this intense, burning man didn't wait for her answer. He guided her hand downward, making his desires unmistakably clear...

She had thought... they were finally going to be together for real.

But instead...

Afterward, Henrietta's beautiful face was flushed a deep, feverish crimson. She scrambled up. "I'm just... going to the bathroom."

She fled. In contrast, Yosef was much calmer. He got up and went to the washroom area as well. He needed to clean up too. Seeing Henrietta at the sink, Yosef leaned against the glass door, a smile playing on his lips. His voice was still low as he said, "That was quite a workout."

Henrietta's face, which had just started to cool, flushed bright red again. "It was... nothing," she stammered.

Yosef stepped forward, took her hand, and helped her wash it before carefully drying it for her. "Your turn next time," he said.

Henrietta's face was now on fire, her mind a complete jumble, with no idea how to respond.