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 sensation pricked at

with others emotionally, assuming she had hardened herself into ‘someone unfeeling and

amidst her inner turmoil, she yearned to understand his motives. Doubt gripped her. She

eyes, landing on

skilled surgeon was momentarily at a loss, his hands fumbling as he tried to comfort her. "Nicole," he uttered softly,

her tears, Nicole mustered a smile and took charge. "Turn

"There's no need

not willing to take no

cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and

touch seemed to cause Roscoe to stiffen, a sign that such care was foreign

bandage,

hand, her question piercing the silence. "Roscoe, is it me that you want?" The interplay of light and shadow in

a whisper, carried an undeniable allure as

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, acknowledging her own fears

trying to awaken him from what she ‘saw as a pointless pursuit with the bait

needed no enhancement from cosmetics, Nicole's eyes held their own power. Her appeal was undeniable, potent even, and for someone like Roscoe, who seemed so

challenged the very foundation of Roscoe's actions. "Is this you've been striving for?" Roscoe's expression shifted

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

afterward.” Gone was the naivety of youth from Roscoe's features. He

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 daring move in

held onto a sliver of certainty amid the tension. Roscoe, in spite of his ire, would not hurt her.

dared not reveal her

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

knew, once easily flushed with embarrassment, had matured. His proximity sent a flutter

voice, barely above a whisper, carried a weight. "Nicole, this is

to

light crept across the horizon, Nicole's