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.

Nicole felt a constriction around her heart, and a peculiar sensation pricked at her

thought she lost the ability to connect with others emotionally, assuming she had hardened herself into

amidst her inner turmoil, she yearned to understand his motives. Doubt gripped her. She feared the answer might reveal a lack of any real purpose

Nicole's eyes, landing on Roscoe's

skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his hands fumbling

smile and took charge. "Turn around. Let me

protest was faint. "There's no need for

around,” Nicole persisted, not willing to

now to her, Nicole set to work. She meticulously cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and began to wrap the gauze around his

to stiffen, a sign that such care was foreign

with the bandage, Roscoe donned a

it me that you want?" The interplay of light and shadow in the room highlighted the clean lines

voice, barely above a whisper, carried an undeniable allure as she leaned

bring herself to accept his sacrifice and selflessness. The thought of easing her conscience through such an exchange

she ‘saw as a pointless pursuit with the bait of her

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

an answer, Nicole challenged the very foundation of Roscoe's actions. "Is this you've been striving

trying to ignore the ache spreading through her chest, pressed on. "Roscoe, I can be yours tonight,

naivety of youth from Roscoe's features. He regarded her with a discernment honed by

his neck, her facade unwavering. They found themselves locked in a tacit standoff, each waiting

her nerves into submission, seeking an inner tranquility. She held onto a sliver of certainty amid the tension. Roscoe,

not reveal her

held her gaze, his breath mingling with

moment, was beyond Nicole's wildest scenarios. The Roscoe she knew, once easily flushed with embarrassment, had matured. His

whisper, carried a weight. "Nicole, this is a game to you. Enough."

car outside, succumbing to exhaustion only in the

the first light crept across the horizon, Nicole's