Chapter51

Natasha's pov

I was sitting by the bed, feeding Sasha lunch, and the door was pushed open from outside.

The medical staff came in pushing a hospital bed, on which lay a Winson.

Seeing this scene, my eyebrows began to pucker unconsciously.

I just opened the wound, and he dared to approach me, right?

What a brave man.

Winson's lips raised.

My eyes only glanced at his face and left coldly.

Sasha wondered, "Brother, why did you come here?"

"Live with you." Although Winson is responding to Sasha, his eyes are always on me.

Sasha was surprised, "Ah? Why?"

But the voice was soft and cautiously called, "Natasha."

I ignored him, but Winson was not disheartened. He was impatient and shouted, "Natasha?"

But I still ignore him.

Sasha felt embarrassed and whispered, "Natasha, my brother called you."

"Do you think I am deaf? If someone calls me, I have to answer him?"

Winson continued to cry, "Natasha, can I have a word with you?"

This time, his voice was more humble and pleading.