Chapter143

Natasha's pov

I stood up and looked at him with fear: "Your eyes..."

Winson nodded: "Yes, I can see it."

I think of the way I did not avoid when I changed my clothes... My eyes were cold and I said, "When?"

Winson also didn't lie: "When Philip helped me clean ."

I was angry. I stepped forward quickly and raised my hand to slap him.

Seeomg the gauze on his head, I take back my hand.

Winson didn't have much time. If I slapped him directly, he could not bear it.

My voice was full of displeasure and I shouted, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"I want to talk to you. As soon as you came in, I looked at you and talked to you. Didn't you go to the bathroom without paying any attention to me? Later, when you came out, you changed..."

I immediately said, "Shut up."

Winson's face was slightly embarrassed: "Natasha, I didn't mean to see it, I..." "You did mean it, otherwise when I wanted to take it off, why didn't you say you could see?

I lay on my side in bed with my back to him.