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?

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify