Natasha's pov
I had just entered the room when Winson followed me.
Winson walked up to me and said in a warm voice, "Natasha, I don't have any relationship with Emily. I don't have that feeling for her. I just want you."
"Do you think I will trust you?"
"Oh, yes, I have to prepare a big gift for you."
I walked up to Winson and stared at him coldly, "I remember that you sent me a huge photo in your last life. I will cut the clearest face from Wendy's previous videos and enlarge it for you.
Then you can hang it in your bedroom and enjoy it. "
Winson's voice was a little heavy, "OK."
After going upstairs, I put down my bag, and my mobile phone rang. When I saw Emily calling, I picked it up.
Emily's voice was somewhat interrogative: "Natasha, why did Winson come today?"
I thought Emi
