Seeing Blaze bowing his head in shame and curling up his body as if he was convicted, I felt sorry for him — it seemed like my reactions to him made him feel unwelcome and even have the illusion that I hate him. In order to help Blaze build up his confidence, I decided to express my feelings to him and say something nice, hoping he can cheer up.
"Blaze, don't you say that to yourself! You are a handsome and thoughtful male, there should be a reasonable motive when you lied to me, right? I guess you just don't want to make me feel stressed, as you noticed my fear of your snake form when we first met, and my shocked face when I found that I was your destined mate. Is that the reason why you said you don't like me and left? If that's true, I am the one that should say sorry to you."
I stretched my arms to hold Blaze's hands and looked inside his ocean blue eyes, insisting:
