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.

constriction around her heart, and a peculiar

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

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

eyes, landing

surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his

a smile and took charge. "Turn around. Let me see to those wounds, she

protest was faint. "There's

argue. Just turn around,” Nicole persisted, not

meticulously cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and began to wrap the gauze around his

to stiffen, a sign that such

finished with the bandage, Roscoe donned a white

in a moment of 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

an undeniable allure as she leaned in close.

and selflessness. The thought of easing her

to awaken him from what she ‘saw as a

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

"Is this you've been striving for?" Roscoe's expression shifted into one of icy detachment, his

the ache spreading through her chest, pressed on. "Roscoe, I can be

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

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 frustration was palpable. He caught her hand firmly, pinning it against the wall, his proximity closing in, his tone roughened. "Nicale..." The way he uttered her name was undeniably charged,

a sliver of certainty amid the tension. Roscoe, in spite of his ire,

not reveal

her gaze, his breath mingling with the air between

moment, was beyond Nicole's wildest scenarios. The Roscoe she knew, once easily flushed with embarrassment, had matured. His proximity sent a flutter through her lashes, a reflex

into a soft caress on her cheek. His voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight. "Nicole, this is a game to

in his car outside, succumbing to exhaustion only in the deepest hours of

crept across the horizon, Nicole's eyes