When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 270

Zelina sang her praises. "Of course! Henrietta handled this perfectly! Her composure was flawless. And her attitude from the beginning made it clear that something was very wrong with that Artina! But you, my boy, were too blinded by love. In any case, you must thank Henrietta properly."

"I will," Jethro nodded.

From that moment on, his respect for Henrietta was absolute.

Zelina took a few bites, then frowned suddenly. "But... why didn't Henrietta tell you from the start?"

This brought up another question.

Jethro replied, "Henrietta had her reasons, and I completely understand them. I don't blame her at all. Mom, it's a very complicated situation. You'll understand when the truth comes out in a while."

"All you need to know is that Henrietta is wonderful, and we truly owe her our thanks."

"Oh." Zelina blinked and nodded. "Okay. So, your brother knows everything too?"

"Yes," Jethro confirmed.

Zelina pouted. "You all... have made things so complicated. But it sounds kind of fun. Are you sure you don't want to let me in on it?"

Jethro gave a helpless, bitter smile. "Mom... please, just stay out of it."

"Fine," Zelina shrugged. "I need to make a trip to Elysium Manor."

Jethro put down his knife and fork. "What for?"

"I'm going to thank Henrietta, of course! And tell her how amazing she is!" Zelina declared.

Jethro's lips curved into a smile. "Okay, good. Go ahead."

And so Zelina went, as promised.

She had always been incredibly fond of Henrietta, and now her affection had deepened even further.

By the time Zelina arrived at Elysium Manor, it was already eleven in the morning.

She entered the main hall and asked after the couple, only to learn they hadn't gotten up yet!

A wide grin spread across Zelina's face. She decided to wait.

Who knew that 'waiting' would last until twelve-thirty in the afternoon?

As she watched the two of them descend the stairs, Zelina stroked her chin.

Her son’s stamina was staggering! It seemed thirty-one years of restraint had only served to fuel a hunger that was now burning out of control.

It seemed grandchildren were already on their way. Things were looking very hopeful!

It was Saturday, so Yosef hadn't gone to the office. He had indeed spent the morning shamelessly entangled with Henrietta several times...

Hendrietta's back was so sore it felt like it didn't belong to her.

Coming downstairs and seeing Zelina, she was surprised and a little embarrassed. She hurried over. "Mom, when did you get here?"

Zelina beamed. "Oh, not long. Just over an hour."

Hendrietta's face flushed inexplicably. "Please, sit down," she urged.

Yosef also approached and offered a polite greeting. "Mom."

Hendrietta said, "It's alright, Mom. I'm enjoying myself very much."

Yosef was a wonderful husband—powerful, influential, and with wealth that knew no bounds. Money was the last thing she ever had to worry about. How could she not be enjoying herself?

Zelina's gaze on Henrietta became even more affectionate than it was for her own daughter, so loving she looked like she wanted to pull her into a hug.

Just then, Yosef spoke up. "My wife is indeed working hard. Besides taking care of Jethro and Leticia, she also has to take care of me."

With that, he placed a serving of food on Henrietta's plate, his voice gentle and considerate. "Eat more."

Hendrietta blushed instantly.

*Also has to take care of me?*

Why did that sound like it had a double meaning?

A particularly suggestive one?

Zelina shot Yosef a glare. "Look at you, getting so full of yourself. Let me tell you, Yosef Nash, you are not to let Henrietta work hard! She has to take care of you? You're a grown man, you should be taking care of her! Otherwise, what's the point of you being older than her?"

Yosef pursed his lips. "Yes, Mom, you are right. I will, of course, take good care of Henrietta."

He then served her another portion of food, giving her a deep, meaningful look.

Hendrietta was speechless.

Seriously, Why did his voice drop to that suggestive, honeyed register when he said 'take care of'? The implication was impossible to miss.

This cool, reserved magnate was quite... a tease in private?