No Trespassing! My Aloof Brother

On the sofa in the corner, Sophia Bennett held onto Maya Spencer’s small hand, pressing her palm against her own forehead.

Then, she nervously asked, "Maya, do I have a fever?"

Maya Spencer listened to Sophia’s question, rolled her eyes indifferently, pulled back her hand, and casually said, "You don’t have a fever. Christopher Scott did indeed come over to you just now, sat beside you, rubbed your head with his warm big hand, and even ordered you a glass of orange juice."

Sophia didn’t need to say anything, Maya had already said everything she wanted to ask.

Christopher’s actions surprised her, making her certain that the guy finally saw Sophia’s goodness and planned to accept her confession.

Listening to Maya, Sophia widened her eyes, tightly grasping Maya’s hands, and seriously asked, "Maya, am I dreaming? How could Christopher’s attitude change so dramatically? I’m having a hard time accepting it."

"Why don’t you slap me or pinch me?" Sophia said, grabbing Maya’s little hand and hitting it on her other hand.

She clearly felt the pain; she truly did feel the pain. This meant that what Christopher did just now was real, but why did he do it? Sophia couldn’t figure it out. She didn’t understand why after chasing him for so long, with him being indifferent, he suddenly changed his mind?

"Sophia, the fact is clear, that scoundrel Christopher wants to win you back." Maya, as an observer, thought much clearer than Sophia.

Sophia, however, perplexedly asked, "Why would he want to win me back? Didn’t he hate me? Isn’t he afraid I’ll pester him like before, driving him nuts?"

At this moment, Sophia had a ton of questions in her mind; perhaps the happiness came too fast, making it hard for her to accept. Moreover, she also wanted to understand why Christopher suddenly changed his mind.

"I don’t know, you’ll have to ask Christopher that yourself." Even Maya was a bit confused now, flustered by Christopher’s attitude.

Sophia fell silent after hearing Maya’s words, resting her chin on her hands, bending over, sitting motionless on the sofa, pondering over Christopher’s actions just now.

Meanwhile, Christopher sat at the bar, his gaze fixed on Sophia, not looking away even for a moment.

Yet, he couldn’t understand why now, after receiving his affection, Sophia seemed dejected, avoiding him? She had chased after him for so long; wouldn’t she be happy about his affection? But instead, she seemed troubled, seemingly perplexed by his change.

At the same time, Sophia’s gaze no longer fell on Christopher; she stayed far away from him. She would chat with Maya, play on her phone, but would not look at him.

For a moment, Christopher suddenly felt a bit sour at heart. He didn’t know what to do to draw Sophia’s attention; he was flustered, tangled, seemingly experiencing a bit of the one-sided love Sophia had for him.

Actually, when Sophia was pursuing him, she was more upset than Christopher was at this moment. At least Christopher knew Sophia liked him, whereas all Sophia knew was that Christopher disliked her.

A moment later, Ella Turner and Seven Murray arrived, and the girls gathered together, causing Sophia to ignore Christopher even more.

When Seven showed the girls a fashion magazine, Sophia had already set aside the brief moment of happiness and didn’t think of Christopher anymore.

After being shocked by Christopher, she seemed to forget his existence, forget she still liked him, and indulged in discussing these fashion topics.

Christopher watched the girls from afar, seeing Sophia’s heavy expression gradually relax, watching her nonchalant chatting and laughter, and witnessing her forgetting about him, seeing no trace of him in her eyes anymore.

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "Did she really forget me? Did she forget me so quickly?"

Christopher didn’t know how to accept this; he only knew he wanted to win back Sophia, he wanted to be with the cute short-haired girl, but didn’t know how to pursue her.

In his life, Christopher was quite lucky. When he first liked Seven, she happened to like him too, so they naturally got together. Apart from Seven, he had countless admirers. He never needed to actively pursue girls; they came to him.

So, he wouldn’t text Sophia; he didn’t know what to say. Sitting beside her just now, reaching out to touch her, he was actually very nervous, only knowing to foolishly smile at her, just like the way she used to smile at him.

Christopher took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Sophia, nonchalantly rising from the high stool, and slowly approached Liam Spencer.

The six brothers, although Asher Norton got married, it was like not being married at all. It was a completely failed marriage; his relationship with his wife was even worse than with Sophia. He and Sophia exchanged three texts a day; however, Asher, being married for two years, probably hadn’t even seen his wife without clothes, let alone three texts a day—perhaps not even one every three months, and they wouldn’t meet either.

Thinking of this, Christopher shivered, thinking he didn’t want his marriage to be like Asher’s.

Thus, Liam Spencer was successful. At least she and Maya were in love, extremely loving, so asking him for advice wasn’t wrong.

Christopher sneakily sat beside Liam, nudged him, and asked, "Third Brother, can I ask you something?"

Liam played with the cards in his hand, coldly uttering, "Speak."

"Third Brother, give the cards to Hudson Moore; I have a serious question to ask you." As Christopher said this, he snatched the cards from Liam’s hand, threw them into Hudson’s, and pulled him to the bar.

Liam looked at his mischievous expression, a sarcastic smirk forming at the corner of his mouth, cursing, "Scoundrel."

Before Christopher could even speak, Liam had already guessed what he wanted to ask, so he cursed first before anything else.

"Third Brother, how did you win over your sweetheart?" Christopher asked with a bit of embarrassment, cautiously.

As expected, Liam had anticipated Christopher’s question.

Listening to Christopher, Liam indifferently smiled and said, "What? Want to win Sophia back? If you want to chase her, think about how she chased you. If you can’t put down your pride, then simply give up early, don’t waste everyone’s time."

Liam thought to himself, a wife isn’t easy to chase. Back in the day, when he had conflicts with Maya, he had been hit by her, scolded by her, and had sat outside her hospital room door all night. No matter how harshly she’d spoken, he’d let it pass, and even made cheesy confessions to her. Though normally aloof, he would say whatever Maya wanted to hear.

That terribly cheesy side of him, he’d never tell Christopher. If he truly wanted to chase Sophia, he’d have to figure it out himself.

If he genuinely liked her, he’d surely stop at nothing to succeed and would definitely have his way.