Winson's pov
As soon as he heard this, Edward shook his head and said: "It's impossible. If she really knows something, why should she ask me tentatively?
I guess she is also curious. That's why she asked. Don't worry so much. "
I nodded.
Indeed, with Natasha's personality, if she really knows something, she will not show any clue today.
So, I'm probably worried too much.
"As I said before, Natasha should not know about this matter, so be careful when you make arrangements. Natasha is very smart, and don't show her."
solemnly: "I know, I just feel... very uncomfortable, but... anyway, I respect your decision."
I nodded.
Edward added: "By the way, Natasha was here just now. I can't ask.
Are your headaches getting worse recently? "
"Well, my time... has been reduced again."
Edward stared, but said nothing.
"That's all for today. Go back."
I stood up from the bed and arranged my clothes.
Edward frowned: "Where are you going again?
Can you take more rest in bed?”