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, and a

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

She feared the answer might reveal a lack of any real purpose behind

from Nicole's eyes, landing

she whispered, "It's not worth it, Roscoe..." Roscoe's composure faltered. The once skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his

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

was faint. "There's no need

around,” Nicole persisted, not willing to

meticulously cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and

to stiffen, a sign

finished with the bandage, Roscoe donned a

the silence. "Roscoe, is it me that you want?" The interplay of light and shadow in the room highlighted the

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

Is that what you desire?" oo Nicole couldn't bring herself to accept his sacrifice and selflessness. The thought of easing her conscience through such an exchange crossed

it was folly, trying to awaken him from what she

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

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

ache spreading through her chest, pressed

naivety of youth

facade unwavering. They found themselves locked in a tacit standoff, each waiting for the other to concede defeat

She held onto a sliver of certainty

dared not

gaze, his breath mingling with

flushed with embarrassment, had matured.

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

outside, succumbing to exhaustion only in the deepest

crept