When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 280

The words sent Henrietta's heart into a frantic rhythm. Finally, she gave in, her arms wrapping around his strong waist. "Mr. Nash… you truly overestimate me."

"You're too modest, my dear," Yosef replied. "You deserve every good thing in this world. And I promise you this: the two things you will never lack are money and the confidence to stand tall." A queen doesn't kneel; she reigns.

In the biting wind, Henrietta felt a profound warmth bloom in her chest. She said nothing, only holding him tighter. She never imagined that the man she had ended up choosing would be so unparalleled—a top-tier tycoon with a core of reassuring warmth.

Yosef, for his part, was losing his composure. The thought that the woman in his arms belonged completely to him was intoxicating. When he remembered that her first time had been his, that the vulnerable, raw emotion she’d shown that night had been for him alone… an indescribable emotion surged through him. He didn't know what to call it, but he couldn't stop himself from tilting her chin up, his lips capturing hers in a deep, searching, entangling kiss. He had completely forgotten that Quinton was still standing beside them. This wasn't a declaration of ownership; it was a simple, overwhelming desire to kiss her.

Henrietta felt no shyness, responding to his passion with an equal boldness. There, in front of the brilliant expanse of chrysanthemums, they were lost in their own world.

Quinton stood nearby, his eyes wide with shock, a pain so sharp and sudden it felt as though a thousand arrows had pierced his heart. He was utterly lost, unable to find words for the agony twisting inside him. It felt as if his heart itself was convulsing. He should have left immediately, but he couldn't. Walking away might be misinterpreted.

He admitted to himself that he couldn't let go of Henrietta. He was still deeply in love with her. But he had no intention of destroying anything. And yet... seeing her happy brought him a sharp pang of heartache, because he wasn't the one giving her that happiness. It was a contradiction, but one he was forced to live with. Quinton stood as if turned to stone, forced to watch the sweet, saccharine kiss, while his own heart bled. He had never seen Henrietta like this. He never knew she could respond to a man's kiss with such ardor. She had been with Matteo for years, always so restrained and proper, never kissing him with such abandon. But with Yosef, she was transformed. Was Yosef so exceptional, so charismatic? Or had she… fallen in love with him? A deep, all-consuming love?

After what felt like an eternity, the couple's passionate kiss finally ended. Henrietta's creamy, flawless skin was flushed a lovely pink, making her look breathtaking. Yosef's dark eyes were intense, still heavy with desire. But he noticed that Quinton hadn't left. He turned his gaze to him.

Quinton lowered his eyes slightly, a silent gesture to convey his stance. He only loved Henrietta, he couldn't let her go, but things were as they were. He had no intention of fighting Yosef. A fight he would almost certainly lose.

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