When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 93

After her initial shock, Henrietta collected herself. "Alright, I've asked everything. I have no more questions. Do you have any for me?"

"I have no questions," Yosef said. "So, Ms. Sargent, what is your answer?"

Hearing that, Henrietta fell silent. He had no questions for her at all? She studied him quietly for a long moment before speaking. "Mr. Nash, I’m truly honored by your offer..."

Yosef remained perfectly still, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he gave a single nod. "I see."

Henrietta didn't move, and neither did he. He simply met her gaze, his calm unwavering. There was no flash of anger at being rejected, no sudden shift to a dismissive, high-and-mighty attitude. His emotional stability was almost unnerving.

Only then did Henrietta continue, "And I agree to marry you."

A flicker of something finally appeared in Yosef's eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line as he immediately stood and walked toward her. He picked up the woman's ring from the dining table, knelt on one knee, and held out his hand. "Henrietta, thank you for accepting me."

Henrietta placed her hand in his. Though there were no feelings between them yet, the sense of ceremony was surprisingly touching. His choice of words felt profound, as if they carried a deeper meaning. Why would a man of his stature use such a humble phrase?

She didn't have time to dwell on it. She took the man's ring and slid it onto his finger.

Though the staff and Calvert were present, no one broke into applause or offered dramatic congratulations.

Yosef rose to his feet. Henrietta wondered if he was about to leave. Instead, he looked at Calvert. "Have them prepare."

"Yes, sir," Calvert replied.

Henrietta looked up at him. "Prepare for what?"

Yosef's gaze softened, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he stood with one hand in his pocket. "To get our marriage certificate."

Henrietta was floored. "What?"

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