Chapter 6

Walter had once pursued Anne.

Back in high school, they had been deskmates for a while and even participated in competitions together. However, Anne had been resolute and had politely turned him down. When Walter learned that Connor and Felicia were dating, he even got into a fight with Connor.

He could not understand how Connor could give up someone as amazing as Anne.

Later, when Connor and Anne got married, Walter even asked Anne in front of Connor if she wanted to leave with him.

As for Connor, seeing them sitting together made him lose all composure. Ignoring Felicia, who stood beside him, he stormed up and slapped Walter's hand away.

"Speak up!" Connor demanded, pulling Anne up from her seat when she remained silent.

"Speak about what?" Anne steadied herself by leaning on the table, avoiding falling into Connor's arms.

"Maybe you should let Ms.Yule behind you have a word with me?" Anne's tone was indifferent.

Felicia's expression darkened as she watched the two of them standing so close. She forced a sorrowful smile. "Connor, who is she?"

Hearing Felicia's voice, Connor froze for a moment, releasing his grip on Anne's arm.

Anne closed her eyes briefly before answering, "A colleague."

Connor looked stunned as Anne repeated calmly, "We're just colleagues."

"Hello, I'm Felicia, his girlfriend."

It was evident to anyone that something was off, but Felicia maintained her sweet, innocent smile.

Clinging to Connor's arm, she extended her hand toward Anne.

Anne glanced at Connor. His jaw was tightly clenched, and he looked tense.

Why was he nervous? Was he afraid Anne would reveal our relationship? Or was he worried Anne would embarrass Felicia?

Felicia's hand hung in the air, but Anne merely stared at it without any intention of shaking it.

Feeling humiliated, Felicia bit her lip and turned to Connor, tears welling in her eyes.

Tears, the ultimate weapon. Almost instantly, Connor grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers right in front of Anne.

"Ms. Yule, I heard you lost your memory, and it's stuck at three years ago?" Walter, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. "Do you still remember me?"

Walter's questions seemed simple, but they made Felicia shrink back as if she was deeply wronged. She shook her head timidly.

"That's unfortunate," said Walter, standing up and filling a glass with water.

"Three years ago, when Connor brought you to meet us, I splashed water in your face," he said, pouring the glass of water over Felicia's face, "just like this."

Felicia screamed, and Connor's fist immediately connected with Walter's face. "Who gave you the right to touch her?"

Walter's face turned to the side with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

As Connor's second punch was about to land, Anne stepped in between them, glaring coldly at Connor.

"That's enough!" she snapped.

Anne grabbed Walter and left.

Watching her retreating figure, Connor felt an inexplicable panic and wanted to follow her.

However, Felicia clung to him with tears streaming down her face. "Connor, are you hiding something from me? Do you like that woman?"