Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 364 My Love For You Is Enough Nicole's words put a clear distance between them, hitting Roscoe hard.

Roscoe felt like he couldn't connect with Nicole anymore. He thought back to the soft, moonlit way she used to look at Austin, puzzled about why she was being so harsh with him...

"Is this because of him?" Roscoe asked, his eyes locked on Nicole's lips and neck, noticing the telltale marks.

No room for self-deception remained.

Nicole, aware of his stare, felt a wave of shame wash over her. She tried to hide it by covering her neck with her hand and letting her hair fall over it as though she had done something unforgivable.

For a second, Nicole almost tried to justify her actions.

Somehow, she paused. Then, deciding not to hide, she exposed the hickeys under his unwavering gaze.

"This has nothing to do with him. I just don't like you. Don't bother trying..." Nicole said, avoiding Roscoe's gaze.

She closed her eyes, steeling herself for any reaction, expecting Roscoe to leave any moment. Knowing Roscoe for his talent and independence, she was sure he wouldn't linger after her rejection.

At last, the door shut.

When Nicole opened her eyes again, she was alone in the room.

Suddenly, Nicole felt drained of all strength. Her heart felt empty as if it had been scooped out, leaving her feeling cold and hollow.

She had deliberately said those words, making Roscoe think she was belittling his background. In truth, she felt she was unworthy of him...

Roscoe moving on would mean a better life for him, full of brighter possibilities. He shouldn't be confined to this city, bearing hatred not his to bear.

Jarrod's maniacal nature, knowing her intentions might lead to a relentless vendetta... Nicole decided not to drag anyone else

seemed all too familiar. She believed

face her challenges by herself, to live and

but the pain kept washing over her, unrelieved by her efforts

a sudden, the door

up to see Roscoe witha kettle in his

bed smoothly, poured some water, and gave it to her, saying, "I let it cool off a bit. It's nice and warm." Nicole glanced at the cup, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. Just

the urge to cry, she took the cup

coughed violently after drinking too quickly and started to choke. Nicole could use this to

a simple choke. Tears dropped

patterns.

the cup, he gently patted her back and asked, "Is it too hot?" It didn't make sense to him. He had made sure the drink was only warm, worried she might burn her mouth

head, attempted to speak,

one

Roscoe's calm face suddenly came into

Dangerously close.

appealing Roscoe's lips were, looking soft

in even

She started to panic, but then

was blowing on her eyes,

words, Nicole felt an urge to cry even more. Her dad used to say the same thing when she was little. "Sweetheart, just blow on it, and it won't hurt..." Now, she realized

on Nicole's arm and wrapped his arms around

asked, "What?" Roscoe replied firmly, "I'm not giving up that easily. I know I like you. If you're not ready now, I can wait as long as it takes. But don't

revealed the truth, and Roscoe