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.

heart,

thought she lost the ability to connect with others emotionally, assuming she had hardened herself into ‘someone unfeeling and callous

motives. Doubt gripped her. She feared the answer might reveal a lack of

Nicole's eyes,

once skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his hands fumbling as he tried to comfort her. "Nicole," he uttered softly, a plea in his

and took charge.

was faint. "There's no

Nicole persisted, not willing to take no

to work. She meticulously cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting

seemed to cause Roscoe to stiffen, a sign that such

with the bandage, Roscoe donned a white T-shirt

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

undeniable allure as she leaned in close. "I'm

thought of easing her conscience through such an exchange

awaken him from what she ‘saw as a

undeniable, potent even, and for someone

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

to ignore the ache spreading through her chest, pressed on.

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

panic washed over Nicole. The man 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 tacit standoff, each waiting for the other to concede defeat first. Roscoe's stubbornness matched her own. His

sliver of certainty amid the tension. Roscoe, in spite of

dared not reveal

eyes, a gravity unto themselves, held her gaze, his breath mingling

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

voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight. "Nicole, this is a game to you. Enough." He released

succumbing to exhaustion only in the deepest hours

the first light crept across the