Chapter 414 - I Feel Sorry for You
Chapter 414 of "No Trespassing! My Aloof Brother" begins revealing exciting developments: But to protect Maya Spencer and achieve her goal, she must first listen to Maya,... Donât stop now!
But to protect Maya Spencer and achieve her goal, she must first listen to Maya, earn her trust.So, she thought for a while, nervously gripping Mayaâs hand, and said, "Alright! Maya, Iâll trust you this time. Iâll hand these pieces of evidence over to the police. If the investigation proves itâs true, you must follow my arrangements. But donât ask me who provided the evidence, I donât want to implicate the innocent."
Maya looked at Ella Turnerâs anxious expression, nodded to her, and said, "Alright, I promise you."
Although she was eager to catch the person who framed Liam Spencer, she couldnât rush into it. Fortunately, Ella agreed to hand the evidence to the police for investigation. It was a small progress.
Maya had 100% trust in Liam, so she wasnât afraid to give the evidence to the police. She believed that things would never be as the villain claimed, that the police would cover up for Liam. She believed the truth would come to light.
For Liam, Maya had a kind of inexplicable trust, very trusting him.
At this moment, Ella again pulled Maya and said, "Maya, regarding this matter, donât let slip in front of Liam. Iâm afraid he might harm you."
Ella feared that once Maya knew the truth, Liam might silence her to keep it hidden.
"Alright!" Maya reluctantly agreed, yet she wasnât afraid that Liam would harm her because she knew he wouldnât.
After leaving the cafĂŠ, Maya proposed to accompany Ella to the police station, but Ella refused.
Maya, seeing that Ella didnât want her by her side, didnât force it. Instead, she went to Liamâs villa.
The matter of evidence disturbed her mood, and she felt uncomfortable staying alone in the apartment, so she returned to the villa.
Nowadays, she wandered around Liamâs home as if it were her own, feeling completely at ease.
At six oâclock in the afternoon, Liam came back to the villa after work, on time to have dinner and watch TV with her.
In the bedroom, Liam looked at Maya coming out of the bathroom after a shower. He quickly walked towards her, holding her half-damp hair and said, "Maya, you have something on your mind."
"I donât." Maya denied, but she indeed had things weighing on her mind.
Looking at her evasive eyes, the man didnât press her further. Instead, he pulled her onto the large bed, picked up the hairdryer, and helped her dry her hair.
After her hair was dry, he pressed Maya beneath him and said, "During dinner, your expression was off, you kept glancing at me, and it was quite anomalous."
Ellaâs words today troubled Maya. She wanted to tell Liam about the evidence, to let him know someone was framing him, but she didnât know how to open up about it, and moreover, she had promised Ella.
At this moment, being asked by Liam, she felt a guilty conscience. Looking at the manâs concerned expression, she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to comfort and protect him.
She immediately raised her hands, tightly wrapping them around his neck, her face snuggled close to his.
"What? Using emotional tactics to get past this?" Liam wasnât buying into Mayaâs conciliatory approach.
Listening to his gentle and pleasing voice, Maya raised her hands and pushed him away, then knelt beside him, looking at him with an aggrieved expression.
The man looked at her pitiful expression, sat cross-legged on the bed, reached out his right hand, pinched her chin, and asked, "Maya, whatâs wrong?"
Maya, seeing his concern for her, pouted, quickly crawled onto him, burying her face in his shoulder, holding him tight.
Today, Maya was unusually clingy, going against her usual demeanor, making Liam incredibly fond of her.
His left hand held her waist, while his right hand gently lifted her face from his shoulder, gently stroking it, asking, "Maya, are you unhappy? Not willing to tell me whatâs wrong?"
Looking at his tender gaze, Maya cradled his handsome face with both hands and said, "I just want to hug you."
"Maya, we shouldnât have secrets between us, can we? If you have worries, tell me, with me around, you donât need to worry." Liam loved it when Maya acted coquettishly with him.
But today, Mayaâs charm didnât work; he was still eager to know the reason behind her unhappiness.
"Liam!" At this time, Mayaâs hands tightly held his wrists, looking at Liam with utmost grievance.
"Iâm here."
"Liam, I donât know who gave Ella evidence related to the car accident, alleging you murdered Ethan Turner, claiming that you did it because you were afraid I liked Ethan, so you killed him." Finally, Maya couldnât resist Liamâs kindness and spilled everything.
Liam listened to the girlâs confession, his brows furrowing slightly. He was surprised but not greatly affected by such wrongful accusations.
He only stared seriously into Mayaâs eyes and solemnly asked, "What do you think about this matter?"
The manâs expression was serious and earnest. He didnât care about othersâ accusations but deeply cared about Mayaâs view of him.
Maya, looking at the sudden sharpness in his eyes, felt pained. She stared deeply into his eyes, not uttering a word.
Seeing her silence, Liam suddenly felt sad, thinking, does Maya not trust him? Is her acting coquetishly with him merely an attempt to extract his thoughts?
In a moment, he was overwhelmed with sadness, so poignant it was difficult to breathe, his palms aching with tension, while his grip on her shoulders tightened.
He took a deep breath, swallowed, and looked directly into Mayaâs eyes, urgently asking, "Maya, whatâs your opinion?"
Clearly, his tone and manner of speaking had changed, lacking the previous tenderness.
Maya observed the manâs sudden shift in attitude and unconsciously moved closer, becoming more intimate.
She stared into his eyes, earnestly saying, "I feel for you."
As soon as Maya finished her sentence, Liam was choked up. He wasnât usually emotional, yet Mayaâs words nearly brought him to tears; biting his lower lip, he found himself overwhelmed by the charming girl before him.
Mayaâs expression of pity left him deeply satisfied; he was close to adoring this little darling of his.
Maya, seeing the manâs helpless expression, cupped his cheeks with her palms, compassionately saying, "Since Ethanâs passing, youâve been tirelessly managing everything, yet youâre still being framed. Liam, Iâm really furious, I want to expose the scoundrel wronging you, but I still donât know who she is."
During the day, Maya had spent the whole day at the villa pondering. The more she thought about it, the more she felt someone was deliberately framing Liam; the more she thought, the more pitied Liam. She never had such a feeling, the impulse to protect someone so strongly, feeling unjust for him, feeling compassion deeply.