Connor sneered. "Because he was talking to you."
"Do you want to investigate all the men who will talk to me in the future?"
"He is different from other men. You should know the reason."
Annette avoided his gaze with a guilty conscience.
Connor's voice became colder. "Just tell me, or I'll find out myself. To me, there is no difference."
Annette's chest heaved in anger.
She said, "His name is Zachary. He was my neighbor."
"Just a neighbor?"
"Believe it or not, I am not lying." Annette continued, "At that time, his parents were busy, and he often stayed at home alone. His parents knew that my mom and I needed money, so they occasionally asked my mother to take care of Zachary when they were on business trips. They would pay my mother some money. Zachary was a good student. Sometimes, he would come to my house to eat. After eating, he would help me with my homework. He was like my brother. I liked him very much."
"You liked him?"
