No Trespassing! My Aloof Brother-Chapter 475 - 473 Really Good [5 Updates]

Seven held Hudson Moore’s drink, torn between laughing and crying, but still indulged him and downed it with him.

Afterward, Hudson found a few more excuses, making Seven drink several more glasses until she was seeing stars. Seeing this, Asher Norton and Lucas Shaw immediately understood his intentions, so they also found excuses to drink with Seven.

Maya Spencer, sitting on one side, glared fiercely at them a few times, pulled Seven aside, and advised, "Seven, if you can’t drink anymore, just don’t. Know your limits, don’t make yourself sick."

Hearing Maya’s concern, Seven smiled at her, stretched out her right hand, pinched her cheek, and said, "I’m fine, Maya. I’m telling you, I can hold my liquor well."

Then, she poured herself half a glass of wine, clinked it with Maya’s juice cup, and looked at Liam Spencer to toast, "Third brother, third sister-in-law, I haven’t toasted you yet. I wish you a long and happy life together."

"Thank you!" Liam responded calmly.

Maya, seeing that Seven was already drunk, whispered in Liam’s ear with dissatisfaction, "Third brother, your friends are too much, getting Seven drunk. Do they want her to spill the truth when drunk, or are they trying to force things?"

"Can’t you just be a little confused?" Liam pinched her small face, smiling indulgently.

In fact, Seven understood what these people were plotting. It’s just that she had no real secrets and wasn’t afraid of getting drunk. As for forcing things, she wouldn’t give Christopher Scott a chance, and she let herself get drunk to make everyone give up and stop pairing her with Christopher. They were simply impossible.

If they could be together, it wouldn’t have taken until now.

So, when Seven finished toasting Liam and Maya, she sat sideways, rested her right arm on the table, propped her chin, and looked at Liam, saying, "Third brother, did you scold Christopher? He seems awkward whenever he sees me."

"Third brother, my company went bankrupt and it really has nothing to do with Christopher. He called me, saying the collaboration plan was revised and asked me to discuss it, but I never went."

"I’ve realized now, to do things within my ability, to know my limits. So, third brother, don’t blame Christopher anymore."

Seven, to save Christopher from looking at her with those slightly guilty and self-reproachful eyes, defended him in front of everyone without mentioning the unwritten rules he spoke of.

After she talked to Liam, she turned to Christopher and said, "Christopher, we’ve known each other for so many years, been through good and bad, and I’m really not used to you looking at me with that expression. It makes me feel pitiful."

"I’m not as pitiful as you imagine. I sold my dad’s building, have money to spend, and can do what I love. I’m doing very well, really well, without any psychological pressure. Thank you for letting me see the real me, thank you."

"Also, don’t look at me like that in the future. I’ll misunderstand, and I really don’t like misunderstandings like that."

Clearly, Seven was telling everyone she didn’t like Christopher anymore, asking them not to stir things between them. If they wanted to hear her drunk confessions, she might as well spill it all.

Actually, at this moment, Seven was exceptionally clear-headed, fully aware of what she was thinking, doing, and saying.

Christopher listened to Seven’s confession, holding his breath, feeling extreme discomfort as if his heart were being pricked by countless needles, causing chest tightness.

Seeing Seven’s smile, he stood up quickly from his chair, walked over to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up from her chair, saying indifferently, "Seven, you’re drunk. I’ll take you home."

"Ha ha!" Seeing Christopher wanted to take her home, Seven didn’t refuse. She just staggered and let him pull her outside.

After Seven was pulled away by Christopher, Maya grabbed a chopstick from the table and threw it at Hudson Moore with a "bang," questioning, "Are you satisfied now?"

"What are you worried about? Women like to say one thing and mean another. Once Seven gets in Christopher’s car, she can’t escape." Hudson replied dismissively, as if he had done something quite right.

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Inside Christopher’s car, Seven didn’t refuse him, and when she got into the passenger seat, seeing Christopher about to fasten her seatbelt, she immediately reached out her right hand to fasten it herself. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Then, she said very calmly, "Christopher, I’d like to go to my mom’s place. Thank you."

Christopher had thought Seven would cause a fuss, refuse to sit in his car, or tell him to stop pretending.

However, Seven said nothing, just quietly getting in the car because she no longer cared about Christopher.

After all, this interaction wouldn’t happen frequently in the future, or maybe not at all. And she was indeed drunk now, unfit to drive; why make a scene with him and appear pretentious?

"Hmm!" Christopher responded to Seven’s request with a nod, without saying more.

After the car had driven a while, the long-silent Christopher finally spoke, "Seven, that night was really just a misunderstanding."

Once Christopher finished his sentence, there was no response from Seven. He took a deep breath and turned to find her already asleep.

Watching Seven sleep, Christopher let out a helpless sigh, raising his right hand to scratch his head, thinking, how come he never finds the opportunity to explain?

But Seven wasn’t really asleep; she just felt the atmosphere too awkward if she stayed awake, so she leaned back, resting her eyes.

But she heard Christopher’s explanation and didn’t open her eyes to wake up.

Christopher said the night seven years ago was just a misunderstanding, something she longed to hear back then, but it never came.

Now, when he wanted to explain, she didn’t want to listen, whether it was truly a misunderstanding or he simply wanted to clear his name. She wasn’t interested anymore.

Even if that night was a misunderstanding, what about every woman around him these past seven years? Seven didn’t believe it nor had interest in hearing his explanation. So she feigned sleep all the way, until the car stopped at her home’s villa entrance. She finally took a deep breath, stretched lazily, and unbuckled her seatbelt.

When Seven placed her hand on the door handle, Christopher suddenly grabbed her left wrist, reluctant to let her leave.

He had a premonition that once Seven left, they might never return to this point in their lives again.

Feeling Christopher’s reluctance, Seven turned around, smiled at him, and said, "Christopher, I’m home."

"Seven, that night was really a misunderstanding." Christopher, after seven years, finally surrendered to Seven.

Hearing Christopher’s explanation, Seven smiled helplessly and said, "Yeah, I know."

She didn’t ask any further, just smiled. Her emotions were inscrutable.

Christopher frowned and pursued further, "You don’t blame me anymore?"

"No, I don’t blame you."

"Then we..."

"Back then, we were too young, stubborn, with difficult personalities, understandable, but that was the past. I’ve moved on, really moved on." Christopher’s words were cut off by Seven.