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...