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

the ability to connect with others emotionally, assuming

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

eyes, landing on

at a loss, his hands fumbling as he tried to comfort

mustered a smile and took charge. "Turn around. Let me see to those

was faint. "There's no need for

persisted, not willing to

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

Roscoe to stiffen, a sign that

the bandage, Roscoe

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

voice, barely above a whisper, carried an undeniable allure as she

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 her mind,

it was folly, trying to awaken him from what she ‘saw as a pointless pursuit

Her appeal was undeniable, potent even, and for

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

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

We end this afterward.” Gone was the naivety of youth from Roscoe's features. He regarded

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

nerves into submission, seeking an inner tranquility. She held onto a sliver of certainty amid the tension. Roscoe, in spite of his ire, would

dared not reveal her

her gaze, his breath mingling with the air between

knew, once easily flushed

then, Roscoe's advance halted. He 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

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

first light crept across