When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 278

His words sent a wave of melancholy through Henrietta. It was true; they had been very close as children. But that was likely the very reason Quinton had developed feelings and thoughts he shouldn't have. Truthfully, what part of her didn't wish for a brother she could rely on? But things were as they were, and perhaps Quinton couldn't control his emotions. She had already been keeping her distance for years, and now she was married...

With that thought, Henrietta simply nodded and said one word. "Okay."

Nothing more. The single, clipped response left Quinton stunned, a sharp pain lancing through his heart. How had they reached a point where they had nothing left to say to each other?

He managed a nod. Henrietta spoke again. "Is that all? If so, we should head back."

She turned to leave, but Quinton, seized by a sudden panic, blurted out, "Wait!"

Henrietta stopped. "Yes? Is there... something else you wanted to say?"

In reality, there was nothing else. It seemed their interactions had been reduced to mere pleasantries. But Quinton couldn't accept it. He hadn't seen her in two months. While she was basking in happiness, he was tormented every single moment, thinking of her, worrying about her.

He had thought that by moving out of the Sargent estate, and with her getting married, he would slowly be able to let go, to move on, to eventually look back and smile. He couldn't have been more wrong. How could he forget the girl who had been etched into his very soul since childhood in just two short months? How could he just let go?

She was so beautiful, so perfect, so poised, so pure. The most beautiful words in the world were not enough to describe her. She was Juno City's greatest beauty, a title she'd held from childhood to adulthood. After she came of age, the private consensus within their social circle elevated her from a mere beauty to Juno City's untouchable Ice Queen. A pretty face invited attention, even flirtation. But a woman like Henrietta? She was an icon—a force so pure and distant that most men didn't even dare to dream of her. If not for Henrietta's impossibly cold demeanor, the line of men vying for her attention would have stretched from Juno City to overseas.

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