Natasha's POV
Jack said playfully, "it was an accident to meet Winson."
Winson was approaching.
After he forcefully tilted his head to Jack, he turned to look at him with tenderness in his eyes and asked softly, "Natasha, why are you here?"
He walked over and said gently, "I'll drive you home."
I tried to shake off his hand, but failed.
When he was about to speak, Jack sneered, "I invited a female companion, but Winson wanted to take her away. "
Winson looked at him and said, "Natasha, you don't deserve to be her companian."
"Do you deserve it? in Natasha's eyes, you are worthless," he said sarcastically. Then he looked at me and said affectionately, "Natasha, do you want to go with him?"
I looked at Winson indifferently and said, "of course not! Winson, let me go."
Winson didn't let go of his hand. Jack stepped forward and held the other hand of mine.
The two men looked at each other, and instantly became hostile.