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

lost the ability to connect with others emotionally, assuming she

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

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

her tears, Nicole mustered a smile and took charge.

faint. "There's

turn around,” Nicole persisted, not

the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and began to wrap

stiffen, a

finished with the bandage, Roscoe donned a white

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 Roscoe's face, a stark contrast to the charged

a whisper, carried an undeniable allure as she leaned

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

she ‘saw as

cosmetics, Nicole's eyes held their own power. Her appeal was undeniable, potent even, and for someone like Roscoe, who

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

her chest, pressed on. "Roscoe, I can be yours tonight, but

the naivety of

it," he agreed, surprising her. A ripple of 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 frustration was palpable. He caught her hand firmly, pinning it against the wall, his proximity closing in, his tone roughened. "Nicale..."

tranquility. She held onto a sliver of certainty amid

dared not reveal her

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

she knew, once easily flushed with embarrassment, had matured. His proximity sent a flutter through her lashes, a reflex

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

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

first light crept across the horizon, Nicole's eyes