Hypnotizing Love novel Chapter 611

"With her character, this kind of thing is indeed something she can do." Amber gave a sneering chortle.

Cole cautiously admonished, "Amber, Braylee came back for Goldstone. This time she didn't get Goldstone, so she definitely won't back down. Be careful yourself. Don't be cheated by her."

"Don't worry Cole. I have some tricks up my sleeve." Amber smiled warmly and answered.

Cole nodded, "That's good, if there's anything you need help with, call me."

"Mmm." The smile on Amber's face grew stronger and stronger.

"I'll hang up then," Cole said.

"Wait," Amber called out to him in a hurry.

Cole put the phone back to his ear, "Is there anything else?"

Amber bit her bottom lip, "Cole, do you still blame me?"

"Blame you?" Cole was a little confused, "What do you mean?"

"For rejecting you before." Amber lowered her eyes, and guilt was written all over her face.

Although it was a normal thing to reject a person's feelings.

But they were friends, and when she rejected him, she would more or less feel guilty in her heart, feeling sorry for him and feeling that she had hurt him.

Especially since they hadn't seen each other or been in touch for a while.

So the guilt she felt for him in her heart grew deeper and deeper.

After all, before, he would talk to her almost every day, and even if they didn't meet, he would still message her couple of times a day.

But after the last incident, he never talked to her again, which made her worry, was he really ignored her and drifted away from her.

But fortunately, after she had been uneasy for so long, he actually called her first.

Although it was talking about business, she was still very happy.

At least he was willing to talk to her that means, between them, they don't have to become strangers.

On the other side of the phone, Cole heard Amber's words, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "I never blamed you. I blame myself. Why haven't I been braver? why didn't I take the initiative to confess to you? But even if I'm blaming myself, I know it's useless because no matter what, you wouldn't have feelings for me…"

If she liked him, she would have liked him long ago and would not have fallen in love with Jared over and over again.

"I'm sorry Cole...," Amber lowered her head guiltily.

Cole smiled and waved his hand, "Well, you don't have to apologize to me. Feelings like this, it's supposed to be consensual, not to be forced. You don't like me, so it's right for to reject me, and if I hold a grudge against you because of your rejection, then I don't deserve to like you, or even to be a man."

Amber bit her lower lip, "Cole, do you really think so?"

"Of course!" Cole nodded, then the light in his eyes dimmed, "In fact, in the beginning, I did have some inability to accept it; I think I have loved you for so many years, why can't you love me? So during that time, I was torn, painful, and shut myself up, until my mother told me a lot later, I figured it out and came out of the confusion."

"What did your mom say to you?" Amber inquired suspiciously.

Cole laughed a little, "That is, to let me move on and let go, and so on. But she was right. She said loving someone is right, but if that person does not love you, then your love for her, to her, is a burden because she cannot respond to you. And if she responds to you, it is not necessarily that she loves you. It may be that she does not want to hurt you, and at that time, the pain of being hurt is for both people. Amber, I made you stressed out before, right?"

Amber's red lips twitched, wanting to say no, but the words came to her lips, but she couldn't say them.

Cole touched the tip of his nose, "I'm sorry Amber."

It was only after hearing his mother's words that he realized that some love, for others, was troubling.

And his mother also said that to really love someone is to want the other person to be happy and have a good time, not to want the other person to necessarily be with him or her.

If the other person must be with him or her, then it is not love, but possessive.