When Two Winters Met (Henrietta and Yosef) novel Chapter 82

Cheryl was stunned. She had likely never been struck before, not with the powerful protection of Yosef behind her. As one of his top people, she certainly had reason to be arrogant.

“How dare you hit me?” Cheryl cried out in humiliation and rage, raising her hand to strike back.

But her wrist was caught mid-air, held in Calvert’s iron grip.

Cheryl struggled futilely, glaring at Calvert.

“Cheryl, don’t push your luck,” Calvert warned.

As a man, Calvert understood men. A breathtaking beauty like Henrietta would inspire a protective instinct in any man. Even if Yosef felt nothing for her, he wouldn’t tolerate her being treated this way. Besides, Henrietta was not in the wrong; Cheryl had deliberately provoked her.

Furthermore, their families were old friends. With ties that deep, why would Yosef ever side with Cheryl? She had grossly overestimated her own importance.

And today, with Henrietta being both a guest and his blind date, Cheryl’s actions were nothing short of suicidal. He had no idea what had gotten into her.

Seeing Cheryl restrained, Henrietta raised an eyebrow. “And why shouldn’t I hit you? First, I am the guest, and you are the staff. Second, I already told you the motorcade drove at a normal speed. Mr. Nash arrived early because he was eager, yet you’ve twisted it into my fault. He hasn’t said a word, so why is his lapdog barking so loudly?”

“You!” Cheryl wrenched her hand free from Calvert’s. “Show some respect when you speak. Is this the upbringing of a Sargent?”

“Respect is earned. You deserve none,” Henrietta said icily. “As for knowing my place, I have no intention of learning it, especially not for him. I never assumed I had to marry him. But you, on the other hand, seem awfully anxious before I've even met him.”

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