When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 84

Yosef looked at her. “Please, make yourself comfortable. We can talk as we eat. Don’t go hungry.”

His voice, though cool, was remarkably pleasant to listen to.

Henrietta nodded. “Alright.”

Cheryl was now completely silent, all of her previous arrogance gone.

Henrietta raised an eyebrow slightly. Just as she thought—Cheryl was all bark, relying on her boss’s authority.

After elegantly cutting a piece of steak and placing it in her mouth, she looked up at Yosef. “Mr. Nash, do you always prefer to have your assistants wait on you during meals?”

She deliberately glanced at Cheryl. Since Cheryl was one of his top four aides, she must be exceptionally skilled in her field. How would Yosef react to the fact that his assistant had deliberately harassed his blind date before she even had a chance to meet him? And did he know that this assistant might harbor different feelings for her untouchable boss?

Yosef paused, setting down his knife and fork to look at Henrietta. A second later, without a single extraneous word or question, he said, “Both of you, leave. Have the kitchen staff attend to us.”

Henrietta raised her eyebrows, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. Was he always this perceptive? He understood immediately, without her needing to waste another breath. Dealing with intelligent people was truly a pleasure.

Having kitchen staff serve them was entirely different from having his personal assistants there. This was, after all, a blind date, and their conversation was bound to touch on personal topics. The kitchen staff would hear but wouldn't pay it any mind, nor would they dare to gossip. Assistants were a different matter. They were much closer to him and far more likely to stir up trouble. Cheryl’s earlier tirade was practically a declaration of her feelings for Yosef. She certainly couldn't stay.

“Yes, sir,” Calvert said, bowing his head.

Cheryl didn’t dare defy Yosef. “Yes, sir,” she echoed.

They turned to leave, looking professional and efficient. But before they had taken two steps, Yosef’s voice cut through the air. “Stop.”

They froze and turned back, heads bowed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Nash! I overstepped. I never should have said those things.”

Henrietta raised an eyebrow slowly but said nothing. It seemed Yosef’s rules were strict.

Yosef looked down at Cheryl as if she were an insect. “Ms. Sargent is my honored guest, and this is how you treat her? Are you looking to be punished?”

Henrietta mused inwardly, “Is it possible she’s just in love with you?”

Cheryl trembled with fear, immediately bowing her head to the floor. “I’m sorry, Mr. Nash. I will accept my punishment.”

She then looked up at him, her eyes welling with tears. It was only then that Yosef noticed her face. Had she been hit?

Yosef frowned. “What happened to your face?”