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.

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

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

her. She feared the answer might reveal a lack of

eyes, landing

worth it, Roscoe..." Roscoe's composure faltered. The once skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his hands fumbling as he tried to comfort her. "Nicole," he uttered softly, a plea

her tears, Nicole mustered a smile and took charge. "Turn around. Let me see

was faint. "There's

Nicole persisted, not willing to take no

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

delicate touch seemed to cause Roscoe to stiffen, a sign that such

bandage, Roscoe donned a white T-shirt

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

undeniable

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

she ‘saw

magnetism that needed no enhancement from cosmetics, Nicole's eyes held their own power. Her appeal was undeniable,

foundation of Roscoe's actions. "Is this you've been striving

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

naivety of youth from Roscoe's features. He regarded

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 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

nerves into submission, seeking an inner tranquility. She held onto a sliver of certainty

not

themselves, held her gaze, his breath mingling

once easily flushed with embarrassment, had

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 as swift as a shadow fleeing the

remained in his car outside, succumbing to

light crept across the