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.

around her heart, and a peculiar sensation pricked at

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

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

from Nicole's eyes, landing on Roscoe's

once skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his

charge. "Turn

"There's no need

argue. Just turn around,” Nicole persisted, not willing

set to work. She meticulously cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and began to wrap the

seemed to cause Roscoe to stiffen, a sign that

the bandage, Roscoe donned a white

boldness, caught his hand, her question piercing the silence. "Roscoe, is it me that you want?" The interplay of light and shadow in the room highlighted the clean lines of

undeniable allure as she leaned in

you desire?" oo Nicole couldn't bring herself to accept his sacrifice and selflessness. The thought of easing her conscience through

knew it was folly, trying to awaken him from what she ‘saw as a pointless pursuit with the bait of her own

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

you've been

spreading through her chest, pressed on. "Roscoe, I

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

neck, her facade unwavering. They found themselves locked in

inner tranquility. She held onto a sliver of certainty amid the tension.

dared not

gravity unto themselves, held her gaze, his

Roscoe she knew, once easily flushed

redirected the moment's intensity into a soft caress on her cheek. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight. "Nicole, this is a game to you. Enough." He released her and departed, his departure

remained in his car outside, succumbing to exhaustion only in the

crept across