No Trespassing! My Aloof Brother-Chapter 431 - 429: Need Rest [Update 4]

Christopher Scott shoved his hands into his pockets, his eyelids drooping. He glanced at her dismissively and didn’t bother responding to her words. Instead, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood there rooted, not moving an inch.

Seven Murray saw this and quickly headed toward the parking lot. She took out her car keys, opened the door, started the vehicle, and drove towards Christopher Scott.

Inside the car, Seven Murray looked at Christopher Scott’s nonchalant demeanor and felt the urge to drive the car straight out of the club and leave him at the door. However, she was no longer the Seven Murray from seven years ago; she wouldn’t do such a childish thing anymore.

When the car stopped at the entrance of the club, Christopher Scott acted as if he didn’t see it. He was still looking down at his phone, which made Seven Murray feel awkward. She realized that Christopher was doing it on purpose; he wanted her to get out and open the car door for him.

Seven Murray hesitated for a moment, but eventually, she got out of the car, walked around the front, went to the right rear door, and opened it with a smile, saying, "Young Master Scott, you can get in the car now."

Seven Murray’s appearance was every bit like that of an assistant, but internally, she was extremely unwilling. Yet, she didn’t want to lose her composure, nor did she want to give anyone a reason to say she, Seven Murray, still cared about Christopher Scott.

However, Seven Murray didn’t realize that her distinct attitude towards Christopher had already been revealed; her feelings for him were not ordinary; unfortunately, those feelings were not good ones.

At the club entrance, Christopher Scott looked at Seven Murray’s official guest-receiving manner and felt increasingly displeased. Moreover, this woman was actually making him sit in the right rear seat instead of the front passenger seat. His stomach was full of anger, his brows tightly furrowed. He seemed to look at Seven Murray casually, but inside he was thinking about how to have a fight with her to vent his anger.

Yet he sat through the entire car ride without Seven Murray taking the initiative to speak to him.

He glanced at Seven Murray’s profile, finding her expression calm, with no hint of panic or abnormality.

Seven years had passed. This woman had changed. She was no longer the reckless, fearless girl from seven years ago. She had become worldly and knew how to act, making the current Seven Murray irk Christopher Scott immensely.

Although he had many questions he wanted to ask Seven Murray, even though he wanted to explain what happened back then, and despite wanting to have a big argument to clear up misunderstandings, seeing Seven Murray’s calm and unperturbed face made him not want to say anything at all.

Christopher Scott only saw Seven Murray’s face but didn’t recognize how his own face looked: equally calm, as if they both had forgotten the past and become the most familiar strangers.

As the car approached an intersection, Seven Murray finally broke the silence.

She asked, "Young Master Scott, where to?"

Christopher Scott, listening to the woman’s emotionless inquiry, coldly replied, "Imperial View Apartments."

It was better when Seven Murray said nothing; once she spoke, Christopher Scott only got angrier, upset by her overly cold manner, although he himself was not much different.

Fifteen minutes later, the car finally stopped at the entrance of Imperial View Apartments, whereupon Christopher Scott provided his apartment number, and Seven Murray drove the car inside.

In a moment, the car’s atmosphere grew more awkward because Christopher Scott continued playing on his phone without any intention of getting out.

This time, Seven Murray didn’t immediately get out to open the door for him. She sat in the driver’s seat, quietly stewing, thinking about how vile Christopher Scott was becoming. She had magnanimously brought him here, regardless of past grievances, yet he was taking a mile when given an inch, treating her like a servant. This anger was something Seven Murray couldn’t swallow.

Thus, she clasped the steering wheel with both hands, took a deep breath, and smiled while reminding him, "Young Master Scott, we’re here."

However, Christopher Scott ignored Seven Murray’s reminder, continuing to fiddle with his phone, treating her as if she were air.

Seven Murray knew Christopher was deliberately being difficult, trying to embarrass her. She looked at his arrogant demeanor in the rearview mirror, telling herself, "Seven Murray, he knows you have a bad temper and is trying to provoke you. Don’t fall for it; don’t stoop to his level. Just think of him as disabled for needing help with a car door."

After a bit of internal debate, Seven Murray opened the car door, walked around the front, and went to the right rear door to open it for Christopher Scott.

But, infuriatingly, even after she opened the door, Christopher Scott remained seated and unmoving.

"Young Master Scott, you can get out now." This time, Seven Murray’s tone was no longer as pleasant, carrying instead a hint of impatience.

Listening to her impatient voice, Christopher Scott lifted his head, glanced outside the car, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Young Master Scott, I’ve been on a plane for over ten hours, rushed to attend a banquet, and now it’s already 4 AM. I need rest."

Seven Murray felt helpless and tired, not to mention she’d had a huge argument and a fight that afternoon. At this moment, she just wanted to rest, rest...

Upon hearing the girl’s explanation, Christopher Scott finally, leisurely, moved his right leg out of the car and got out.

After Christopher Scott exited the car, Seven Murray shut the door behind him with a "bang" and turned to walk towards the front of the car without even casting a glance in his direction.

The girl’s high-handed, indomitable attitude made Christopher Scott feel incredibly distressed, his mind flashing back to seven years ago when they were still in school, and Seven Murray would always cling to him, calling his name non-stop: Christopher, Christopher, Christopher...

Watching Seven Murray’s back, he suddenly reached out his right hand, grabbed her wrist, and forcefully pushed her against the car, his hands holding her face as he bent down and kissed her lips without hesitation.

Although Christopher Scott and Seven Murray had grown up together and had some emotional history, he had rarely kissed her. Thus, kissing her again now, his kiss was awkward and, strictly speaking, domineering, devoid of any tenderness.

The moment Seven Murray was kissed, she was bewildered. After snapping out of it, she became furious, her hands frantically scratching at Christopher Scott’s face, trying to push him away. But the more she pushed, the deeper Christopher’s kiss became, increasingly preventing her escape.

Moments later, Christopher let go of Seven Murray, his hands still cradling her face, staring straight into her eyes.

In the past, after he kissed her, she would always smile foolishly at him, completely satisfied, and in those moments, Seven Murray had been exceptionally gentle and obedient.

Now, as Christopher looked into her eyes, there was no trace of bashfulness or contentment, only pure hatred: hatred so intense it seemed she was grinding her teeth.

Seven Murray’s reaction infuriated Christopher Scott, but before he could get angry, Seven Murray exploded first.

Suddenly, Seven Murray brushed Christopher’s large hands off her face, raised her hand, and with a "slap..." a resounding slap landed on his face.

That slap from Seven Murray enraged Christopher Scott. He grabbed her hands and "bang" pinned them to the car, glaring at her furiously.

When her hands were pinned to the car, Seven Murray’s wrists went numb from the impact. She struggled twice but couldn’t break free from Christopher Scott.

In that moment, their tempers both reached their breaking points.