When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 305

The girl was actually quite nice—not arrogant, and very polite. She was young, having just graduated from college a year ago, and worked at her family's company. Now, with her wedding date to Quinton set, marrying into the Sargent family… her life would likely be one of pure comfort. “You’re welcome,” Henrietta said. “Please, go back and sit down.” Sherry nodded. Her mother, overjoyed, chimed in with more thanks and compliments for Henrietta before leading Sherry back to their seats. As they sat down, Henrietta noticed that Sherry’s face was bright red. So… she was genuinely shy. In that respect, she was nothing like Henrietta. Henrietta was cool and reserved, a woman of few words, but she wouldn’t blush just from receiving a gift. She only blushed when Yosef… teased her. Seeing this, Henrietta spoke up. “Sherry, why don’t you open it and see if you like it?” Sherry’s face seemed to turn an even deeper shade of red, looking even more embarrassed, but she nodded. When she opened the jewelry box, her eyes widened in surprise. The normally quiet girl exclaimed, “Wow, it’s so beautiful!” She lifted the necklace from the box, held it against her neck, and turned to Quinton, asking in a small voice, “Does it look nice?” Quinton, probably feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on him, glanced at it and gave a curt nod. That small gesture made Sherry incredibly happy. She then turned to her mother. “Mom, is it pretty?” Her mother nodded enthusiastically. “Pretty, pretty, of course it’s pretty! How could anything from Henrietta and Yosef be anything but? It’s absolutely gorgeous!” Sherry beamed, and in that moment, her cool demeanor vanished completely. Perhaps she had never been cool by nature; it was just an impression created by her features. The moment she spoke or her expression changed, it was gone. Sherry looked at Henrietta, her smile radiant with genuine happiness. “Thank you, Henrietta,” she said again. “I love it, it’s so beautiful!” Henrietta watched her, a faint smile on her lips. “I’m glad you like it, sister-in-law.” “Yes, I love it!” Sherry nodded, taking the necklace off and examining it closely in her hands, still smiling happily. As she did, Quinton’s face darkened. But Sherry, lost in her joy, didn’t notice. At that moment, Henrietta leaned close to Yosef and whispered, “Mr. Nash, do you still think she looks like me now?” A genuine smile finally broke across Yosef’s face. “Not at all,” he murmured back. It was true… there wasn’t a trace of resemblance anymore. Henrietta would never react like that to a gift. She had remained perfectly composed even when receiving the Stargaze, a legendary piece valued at an astronomical fortune.

But this Sherry was glowing with excitement over a gift worth a fortune, her eyes shining and her smile impossibly bright. Yosef’s hand slipped to Henrietta’s waist, giving it a light squeeze. A flicker of light danced in his deep eyes. “My dear wife,” he said, “let’s go home early.” Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Yosef announced they had to leave. The moment they were back in the master bedroom, he eagerly pushed Henrietta onto the bed. The day’s events had deepened his admiration for her. She was incredibly composed and always saw the bigger picture. If she had let the situation with Quinton explode, it might have vented their frustration, but it would have created a mountain of problems—hardly a good outcome. Then, Henrietta’s brilliant move of giving the gift had cleverly revealed that Sherry was nothing like her at all. It was like a cloud had lifted from his mind, and his anger dissipated completely. A person could resemble another, but they could never be that person. Quinton could find a thousand substitutes, but none of them would ever be Henrietta. Henrietta would forever be the one he could never have. And right now, Henrietta was beneath him, entangled with him… his wife. He was a force of nature—relentless and unyielding—sweeping Henrietta into a storm of raw, desperate longing that didn't break until the first light of dawn. Two days passed in a flash. On Tuesday, Charlotte Tatum called Henrietta to confirm that Matteo’s show would wrap filming in two days. It was time to prepare the wrap party. Henrietta was pleased and asked Winona to handle the arrangements. Now, they could finally sign all the subsequent contracts for him and Artina. The pre-release buzz for the show was already huge, thanks to a significant investment. Offers for commercials, endorsements, variety shows, and other events had been pouring in, just waiting for Henrietta’s approval. Once the contracts were signed, they would begin their public appearances. Furthermore, the international film project she had prepared for them could now move forward immediately. The work ahead was demanding, but as long as there was money, anything was possible. The Coleman family was already half-ruined. Jolie’s mental state had deteriorated. She was lost in her own fantasy world, unable to escape. One moment she’d be muttering for half an hour that she was a star; the next she’d be acting out scenes at home, playing multiple roles, and even posting videos online. But no one watched, which seemed to make her even more unhinged. With the show about to wrap, Matteo and Artina received their subsequent schedules. The news eased their anxiety. Signing the contracts meant money would be coming in. Artina calculated that she could finally pay off the Harmon family’s multi-million dollar debt. But what then? Artina was already bankrupt. After clearing the debt, she would be… just an ordinary person with no status. She would have to continue working as a celebrity to support her family. The thought was exhausting. It meant she wouldn’t see a dime of the money she earned from these new contracts. To make any money for herself, she’d have to hope for new deals after this wave was over. When would this exhausting struggle end? It was so much harder than her old life as a wealthy heiress. Before, her family was her safety net. Now, she had to be the one to support the entire family. The thought alone was draining. Compared to her, Matteo was in a much better position. At least he had no debt. He still had a three-bedroom apartment to live in and hadn't sold his car, so he could still keep up appearances.