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.

a few rare moments of childishness brought a sparkle of affection to

lavish suite, consisting of

the door, Roscoe discovered

then he quietly left to

in soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features as he slept. His

his eyes shut, he

seizing these quiet moments to gaze at

condition, lacked the rosy tint

experienced a whirlwind of feelings, discomfort,

hesitating, pulling back, then

as if aware of her presence, Austin's small hand caught one of Nicole's fingers tightly, just like he had done the moment he was born. His lips quivered slightly as he whispered, "Mommy..."® At that moment, Nicole felt overwhelmed, as if lightning had

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 to Austin, curled up

tiny hand was still clutching Nicole's finger. Her eyelashes were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's heart

she seemed. Her soft side came out when she was by herself. She was dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

with a light blanket and made sure Austin was comfortable before

room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone quietly buzzing on the table. An unknown number kept

pretty good guess about who it

the phone, a man's frantic voice

here right

you..." "She's sleeping," Roscoe cut

on the other end, then

the phone!" Jarrod spat the words out, teeth

light. "Don't you get it? She's sleeping. But if you've got a message, I'm 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,