Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 453 Nicole pivoted and made her way to Roscoe's door.

Finding it unlocked, Nicole swung it open without a second thought. "Roscoe, what..." she began, but the sight before her cut her words short.

Roscoe was perched on a stool, clumsily dressing wounds that marred his back. A deep laceration ran from his shoulder to his lower back.

Struggling to reach the injury, his efforts to apply medicine were ineffective, and the bleeding hadn't stopped.

Nicole's eyes stung with unshed tears at the sight.

As Roscoe noticed her gaze, he hastily covered up and tried to rise.

‘Stay seated, Nicole insisted, her voice thick with emotion.

She reached out, touching his shoulder gingerly. Roscoe sank back down, attempting to downplay his injuries. "It's nothing, really. It's just now that I've seen it..." Nicole, her tone laden with disbelief, pressed, "Do you take me for a fool?"

In the midst of a heavy silence, Nicole's voice trembled slightly. "Is this from the parking lot incident?" Her mind flashed back to the guards, their hands wielding sinister, blade-like weapons, which she had first mistaken for whips.

Those very weapons were intended for her, but Roscoe had intercepted the blow, taking the hit in her stead. When Nicole broached the subject, Roscoe dismissed it with a stoic front. "It's nothing. I've weathered worse." Nicole, driven by concern, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the grim reality of his injuries. It confirmed Jarrod's words.

Roscoe's existence within the Watts dynasty was fraught with hardship.

As she reached out, Roscoe caught her hand in a tender grasp, stopping her. "Careful, you'll soil your hands," he cautioned.

Nicole bowed her head, noting the crimson that had already transferred to her skin.

With quiet care, Roscoe wiped her hand clean, ensuring

no trace of the ordeal remained on her.

her heart, and a peculiar sensation pricked

to connect with others emotionally, assuming she had hardened herself into ‘someone unfeeling and callous under

motives. Doubt gripped her. She feared the answer

Nicole's eyes, landing on

Roscoe's composure faltered. The once skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his

her tears, Nicole mustered a smile and took charge. "Turn around. Let

protest was faint. "There's no need for

Just turn around,” Nicole persisted, not willing

Nicole set to work. She meticulously cleaned the lacerations

touch seemed to cause Roscoe to stiffen, a sign that such care was

the bandage, Roscoe

silence. "Roscoe, is it me that you want?" The interplay of

barely above a whisper, carried an undeniable allure

oo Nicole couldn't bring herself to accept his sacrifice and selflessness. The thought

she ‘saw as

Her appeal was undeniable, potent even, and for someone like Roscoe, who seemed so unversed

Roscoe's actions. "Is this you've been striving for?" Roscoe's expression shifted into

ignore the ache spreading through her chest, pressed on. "Roscoe,

condition. We end this afterward.” Gone was the naivety of youth from Roscoe's features. He regarded her with a discernment honed by

before her was an enigma, changed from the Roscoe she once knew. Despite the shift, Nicole maintained her poise, her hand curving around the nape of his neck, her facade unwavering. They found themselves locked in a

onto a sliver of certainty amid the tension.

dared not

a gravity unto themselves, held her gaze, his breath mingling with the

once easily flushed with

a whisper, carried a weight. "Nicole, this is a game to you. Enough." He released her and departed, his departure as swift as

to exhaustion only in the

crept across the horizon, Nicole's