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

ability to connect with others emotionally, assuming she had

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

Nicole's eyes, landing

skilled surgeon was momentarily at a

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

faint. "There's no

Just turn around,” Nicole persisted, not willing to take no

Nicole set to work. She meticulously cleaned the lacerations with iodine, applied clotting agents, and

stiffen, a sign that

Nicole finished with the bandage, Roscoe

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

carried an undeniable allure as she leaned in close.

to accept his sacrifice and selflessness. The thought of easing her conscience through such an exchange crossed her mind, acknowledging her own fears of

awaken him from what she ‘saw as a pointless pursuit with the bait of her

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 unversed in matters of the heart,

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

her chest, pressed on. "Roscoe,

naivety of youth from Roscoe's features. He regarded her with a discernment honed by

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

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

not

themselves, held her gaze, his

wildest scenarios. The Roscoe she knew, once easily flushed with embarrassment, had matured. His proximity sent a flutter through

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

in his car outside, succumbing to exhaustion only in

when the first light crept across the horizon, Nicole's