<b>Chapter </b><b>693 </b>
Vrie suggested, “Now close your eyes and think about it. If he were to kiss you, would you resist?”
N imagined it and realized she didn’t feel like resisting. If she had to say she was <i>looking </i>forward <i>to </i>it, that didn’t seem to be the case either.
She honestly shared her feelings with Vrie, who couldn’t help but feel sympathy <i>for </i>Oliver. After chasing her for five years, N still didn’t seem to have any feelings for him.
“Okay, now imagine if it were Damon who wanted to kiss you,” Vrie suggested again.
“Absolutely not,” N answered without hesitation, her toneced with disdain.
She had never considered the possibility of getting back together with Damon.
The past hurt was real, and five years had passed between them. There was no way they could return to how things used to be.
“Why do you sound so certain?” Vrie asked.
N pressed her lips together. “Because I’m sure I don’t want anything to do with him.”
Vrie sighed and slowly said, “N, not wanting to be involved with him and whether you like him or not are two different things.
“You need to determine whether your dislike for him is the reason you want to avoid involvement or if your desire to avoid involvement is leading you to convince yourself that you don’t like him.” N?velDrama.Org is the owner.
N was left speechless.
Was there really a difference? After all, it was about not wanting to be involved with him, right?
“Vrie, let’s not talk about him. I want you to help me figure out my feelings for Oliver. Damon has nothing to do with this,” she said.
Vrie countered, “Well, I need a reference point for that. Otherwise, how can you differentiate?”
“Fine,” N conceded.
After thinking for a few seconds, Vrie softly suggested, “Honestly, you say you don’t resist Oliver kissing you, but you’re not exactly excited about it either. I can’t figure out how you really feel about him.
“Why not try some couples‘ activities with him, like hugging or kissing? Also, pay attention to how you feel if <i>you </i>see him being affectionate with other women.”
N carefully noted Vrie’s words, feeling a sense of rity in her heart. “Okay, I got it. I’ll do what you said.”
Vrie’s voice came through with a hint of curiosity. “But I’m still a bit puzzled. You were with rk for eight years andter liked Damon. How can you not know what it feels like to like someone and not distinguish your feelings for Oliver?”
N lowered her gaze and replied tly, “Because Oliver is very important to me, and we’ve been together for five years. We’re just too familiar with each other.
“During those five years, I’ve been busy with work, and the remaining time was spent with Buddy. So, I can’t really determine whether I like him or not.”
She was being so cautious because of her fear that she might actually like Oliver. Yet, because they were too familiar, she struggled to understand her feelings for him clearly, worried she might miss out on something special.
She also feared that she might only feel gratitude toward him, mistaking it for love, which could end up hurting him.
“I see. I understand. Just follow my advice for now, and we can figure out the restter,” Vrie said reassuringly.
After hanging up, Vrie set her phone down and couldn’t help but chuckle wryly. Her own love life was a mess, and here she was trying to be a rtionship guru for N.
There was a knock at the door.
“Vrie, are you asleep?” It was her mother’s gentle voice from outside.
“I’m still awake, Mom. Come on in,” Vrie replied.
Phoebe opened the door, carrying a ss of acai smoothie.
“I had the kitchen make you some acai smoothie. Drink it before <i>you </i>sleep,” she said softly, cing it on the nightstand.
Vrie picked up the smoothie and stirred it with a straw. “Thanks, Mom.”