Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 346 Jarrod's Warning Nicole was unconscious when giving birth to Austin, and it took her two years to recover. She moved from deep despair to something that felt more like normal life.

All this time, Roscoe had been waiting with patience. He now felt it was time for Nicole to see him differently. He wanted more than just friends.

Roscoe's sincere gaze made Nicole feel guilty without him even trying. She wasn't enthusiastic about living on.

Yet, Roscoe's future was still full of promise and hope.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole began, "Roscoe, I've caused you so much trouble. I..."

"Let's talk about this later. You will get cold if 1 don't dry your hair," Roscoe interrupted, not wanting to hear her apologies, focusing instead on drying her hair.

Roscoe understood that it wasn't just about his confessing his love for her. It was about helping Nicole not be afraid to love and be loved again. Even though he knew it would be challenging, he was ready to tackle any obstacles because of his feelings for her.

Nicole remained quiet. Standing in front of the mirror, Nicole caught a glimpse of their reflections. She realized, maybe for the first time, just how much taller Roscoe was, easily a head and more above her. His usual choice of a shirt gave him a slender look.

But now, fresh from a shower and in a snug white T-shirt, the outline of Roscoe's defined waist and abs was clearly visible through the material. It was a classic example of someone who looked slim in clothes but was surprisingly muscular.

Nicole's face, likely flushed from the warmth of the hairdryer, glowed, highlighting her gentle beauty.

After he finished drying her hair, Roscoe hung around, seemingly reluctant to leave. "Nicole, you know, having you around is never a hassle for me." Nicole froze for a moment, touched by his words. She had been promised by others many times. Yet, it was Roscoe's promise that warmed her heart, offering a soft touch of reassurance. He always had a way of comforting her

without making it obvious.

After having said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer away and headed out. "Let's go see Austin." He moved quickly, almost as if he didn't want to give Nicole a chance to say no.

in a few rare moments of childishness brought

suite, consisting of two

door, Roscoe discovered Austin

moved aside, allowing Nicole to enter, and then he quietly left

Austin's remarkable features as he slept. His long eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender lips stood

shut, he looked remarkably like

these quiet moments to gaze at

condition, lacked the rosy tint common among children his age,

a whirlwind of feelings, discomfort, sadness, and

hand, hesitating, pulling back, then reaching

fingers tightly, just like he had done the moment he was born. His lips quivered slightly as he whispered, "Mommy..."® At

arm. She tried to steady her breathing, softly telling herself, "I'm sorry... Sorry, sweetheart. Mommy has made a lot of mistakes..." When Roscoe walked in, he saw Nicole asleep next

Nicole's finger. Her eyelashes were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's

wasn't as cold as she seemed. Her soft side came out when she was by herself. She was dealing with more

disturb her sleep, Roscoe gently covered her with a light blanket and

phone quietly buzzing on the table. An

Roscoe had a pretty good guess about who

Roscoe picked up the phone, a man's

here right now.

"She's sleeping," Roscoe cut

end, then the sound of the man

pick up the phone!"

here to pass it along." The sound of Jarrod's teeth grinding filtered through the phone. "And who might you be? Who the hell are you?" Before Roscoe could reply, Jarrod exploded, "Listen up.