No Trespassing! My Aloof Brother-Chapter 594 - 592: Don’t Drive Me Away [4 Updates]

Chapter 594: Chapter 592: Don’t Drive Me Away [4 Updates]

Christopher Scott looked into Sophia Bennett’s expectant eyes, unable to guess whether she was hoping for a kiss of gratitude from him, or if she was waiting for an answer, an answer that he was willing to give a try.

If it was an answer she wanted, that was clearly impossible.

Their eyes met, and Christopher took a deep breath, suddenly leaning forward, and accurately but silently kissed Sophia on the lips.

His kiss was so light that it gave Sophia the illusion he had merely bumped into her by accident.

Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise, and she saw Christopher with his eyes closed, his eyelashes long, dark, and beautiful.

But what was sad was that his eyelashes suddenly became damp.

Sophia felt Christopher’s gentle and soft kiss, her heart aching like it was being cut by a knife.

She knew that Christopher was not kissing her willingly; he simply didn’t want to owe her anything, didn’t want any more entanglements with her.

This was Sophia’s first kiss. She had always thought kissing was something beautiful, something to enjoy, but when Christopher kissed her, she felt unexpectedly miserable.

Even so, she wasn’t willing to push Christopher away.

All she could feel was the warmth of his lips, and nothing else.

In the back seat of the car, Christopher sat on the right, his body slightly turned to one side, leaning forward, his hands tightly gripping Sophia’s arms, his eyes closed, his lips gently resting on hers.

At this moment, the person in his mind was not Sophia Bennett.

He thought about when he was younger with Seven Murray.

He remembered how even as a child, Seven liked to cling to him, always pulling him along whether it was something delicious or fun, taking him with her.

He remembered on his 16th birthday, as he was sending Seven home, she rushed out of the villa after going in.

That day, Seven confessed to him, saying she wanted to be his girlfriend, and he agreed.

He remembered their first kiss with Seven was that Christmas; actually, he had wanted to kiss Seven on Christmas Eve, but he didn’t dare because although they were still young and Seven was very innocent, he was afraid of leading her astray.

However, on Christmas Day, on such a snowy day with a clear sky, and just after lunch, Seven suddenly kissed him.

The moment Seven kissed him, he was almost scared into a daze, but then he hugged Seven tightly and kissed her passionately.

However, on such a Christmas, Seven got engaged to Ian Hobbs, and he ended up kissing another woman.

His kiss was very calm, without any ripples, unable to feel any warmth.

When he realized he would never again kiss Seven, Christopher felt suffocated with pain. Tears that he had held back for so long in his eyes finally burst forth, "splash, splash, splash," slipping down to where his lips met Sophia’s.

Sophia felt Christopher’s tears, gently pursing her lips. She tasted that Christopher’s tears were not only salty but also bitter.

Instantly, Sophia began to cry as if it were pouring rain, unsure if she was crying for herself or for Christopher.

She didn’t want to continue receiving Christopher’s perfunctory kiss, yet she didn’t dare to push him away for fear of seeing him cry.

She gently closed her eyes, feeling the temperature of his lips, deceiving herself that those weren’t Christopher’s tears, but her own.

She comforted herself that the past between Christopher and Seven had ended in yesterday’s snowy field, and he hadn’t shed tears for Seven.

Despite comforting herself, she didn’t feel any better; in fact, it became increasingly painful.

Eventually, she raised her small hand and suddenly pushed Christopher away.

After pushing Christopher away, Sophia quickly turned her head to look out the window, raising her small hand to wipe the tears from her face.

Christopher, on the other hand, was weakly leaning back in the seat, his eyes tightly closed. He was fantasizing, imagining that the lips he had just kissed were Seven’s, but he couldn’t deceive himself. The images of Seven and Ian continuously reminded him that he had lost her, lost her completely.

Christopher swallowed, closing his eyes, and said calmly, "Sophia, I’ve expressed my gratitude to you. I hope you won’t cling to me in the future. It’s impossible for me to like you, and I hope you keep some dignity for yourself; you don’t need to suffer grievances from me."

Christopher’s words were calm, giving no indication of his sadness, let alone tears.

Listening to Christopher’s honesty, Sophia bit her lower lip tightly, tears on her lips once again invading her mouth, very bitter, very painful—her own tears.

Sophia took a deep breath, turning her back to Christopher, and said as calmly as possible, "Please don’t push me away, don’t make me sad, okay? I’ve been spoiled my whole life, always doing what my heart desires."

"If you don’t like me, you can pretend I don’t exist. Just let me pursue you! Once I grow tired of it, I’ll let go. If I haven’t given up, and you still see me, then please give me a chance!"

Sophia’s attitude was very sincere, very humble.

Hearing Sophia’s suggestion, Christopher didn’t speak further. Sophia had said so much; what else could he say?

In the future, he would treat her as if she were invisible, not noticing her presence, avoiding taking out his anger on her.

However, if she wished to do something futile, there was nothing he could do.

So, afterward, neither of them spoke again.

In her heart, Sophia felt somewhat relieved, at least knowing that when pursuing Christopher in the future, he wouldn’t be as furious as he was last night.

Last night, Christopher truly broke Sophia’s heart. Sophia didn’t even know how she managed to pull through and still be able to show vulnerability to Christopher, asking him not to be harsh with her.

She was surprised by her own tolerance, even though she really wanted to turn away, accept her parents’ arrangement, marry someone decent and then flaunt it to Christopher, proving that Sophia Bennett was not unwanted.

However, she just couldn’t do it. When facing Christopher, she couldn’t be heartless; she just liked him, inexplicably liked him. Seeing his sadness and melancholy made her like him even more.

Since getting to know Christopher, Sophia had rehearsed millions of times at home, recreating the scene of their first meeting.

She remembered clearly that their first meeting was in a bar, where Christopher had tapped her forehead with his finger and placed his big hand on her head.

She remembered him ordering her three glasses of juice, even remembered the warmth of his palm.

She missed that feeling, that warm feeling of Christopher’s big hand. Perhaps it was at that moment that Christopher’s warm hand stole Sophia’s soul.

However, her infatuation with Christopher was reciprocated with only his indifference.

It was like this before, it is like this now, and it may always be like this in the future.

Perhaps one day, Christopher would hurt her beyond repair, leaving her incapable of loving anyone anymore.

Forty minutes later, Christopher’s car stopped at the door of James Bennett’s villa.