When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 86

"I hope you can forgive me," Cheryl pleaded, bowing her head repeatedly.

Henrietta finally looked at her and said simply, “That’s enough.”

She didn't say anything more. She didn't tell Cheryl to get up, because that wasn't her place.

Yosef glanced at Henrietta, then turned his cold gaze back to Cheryl. “Go receive your punishment. Twenty strikes with the rod. Get out.”

“Yes. Thank you, Mr. Nash.” Cheryl actually had to thank him. She scrambled to her feet, so terrified she was nearly unsteady. She swayed, almost falling, but Calvert reached out to steady her. Head bowed, not daring to look up, she hurried out of the room.

Yosef turned back to Henrietta. “I apologize for my poor hospitality.”

“It wasn't your fault,” Henrietta said.

“As long as you’re not upset,” he replied.

Henrietta shook her head. “I’m not.”

Only then did Yosef nod. “Good. Let’s eat. Don’t let someone inconsequential spoil your appetite.”

“Oh, okay,” Henrietta said, but she couldn’t help but ask, “Twenty strikes… isn’t that a bit…”

“Too light?” Yosef asked, his voice cool and unhurried as he chewed a small piece of steak.

Henrietta nearly choked. “No. Isn’t it a bit harsh?”

For a woman, how could it not be?

She took a bite of the dessert. It wasn't just good; it was exquisite.

Seeing her look of satisfaction, Yosef asked, “Do you like it?”

Henrietta nodded. “Yes, it’s delicious.”

Yosef turned to the chef. “Prepare a few more selections and bring them all out.”

The chef bowed. “Yes, Mr. Nash.”

Yosef turned back to Henrietta, watching her enjoy the dessert. “If you like it, take the chef’s number. Whenever you have a craving, just call him, and I’ll have the kitchen prepare it and send it over to your family's estate.”

Henrietta, who had been happily eating, froze and looked up at him. He still appeared so distant, yet his actions made him seem so different from the rumors and her first impression of him.