Love Unbreakable

Roscoe Roscoe grasped Nicole's ankle gently, yet his touch was steady and did not interfere with his task.

Clad in disposable plastic gloves, Roscoe applied an ointment that brought a cooling relief and numbed the pain.

The sensation was so comforting that Nicole found her toes involuntarily curling, her pulse thudding audibly in her ears.

Roscoe's expression remained detached throughout the procedure.

Once he finished with the ointment, he discarded his gloves in the trash bin, along with the porridge Jarrod had brought, without a second glance.

He exited briefly, returning with a thermos in hand, and proceeded to elevate the bed.

"Nicole, would you prefer to feed yourself, or shall I assist?" he inquired, his politeness unwavering.

Nicole, still somewhat dazed from the treatment, only registered his question when he repeated it.

She reached out slowly.

"I can manage on my own.” As her fingers brushed against his, Roscoe insisted, “Stay still.

I'll handle this.” Roscoe set up a small table, expertly transferred the porridge into a bowl, and fetched a spoon.

Nicole couldn't help but notice the pristine beauty of his hands, his nails short and clean, his veins subtly pronounced against his clenched fists, signaling strength.

Her cheeks flushed with heat.

This wasn't the first time he had tended to her wounds.

As Roscoe handed her the spoon, Nicole's hunger surged, especially for the shrimp-corn porridge, her favored dish.

She began to eat with an earnest appetite.

After the meal, Roscoe cleaned up the table and returned the bed to its original position.

“You should rest now, Nicole.

I'll be here to look after you,” he offered.

But Nicole's head shook in denial.

"No, Roscoe." Roscoe's gaze was intense as he watched her silently.

away, not daring to look

for your education was

for the

lately seems to suffer.”

voiced his thoughts, "Nicole, I was disheartened when you didn't recognize me before.” Nicole recalled their encounter at the hospital's safe corridor, but her mind was a haze back then, thanks to Jarrod, leaving no space for

a crowd where her father had taken her to

She didn't remember him.

had passed

Roscoe was an intern at the

her, Roscoe probed, "Nicole, do you love that man?” Her response came swift

only at this moment that Nicole grasped the

affections had clung to an untainted Jarrod, not the monster who

Nicole felt Roscoe's touch steering her gaze

wounds, hoping you'd understand my intentions,” he

eyes were clear and compelling, making Nicole find it hard

next words, Nicole averted her

drag

interjected, "Roscoe, to me,

love for him, my bond with him is

well, and that would please my

leave it at that..." With that, Nicole suggested they keep

turn her face away, Roscoe grabbed her arm

remained silent, gazing at

bowed his head, halting just

once I surpass that man, you will be mine.” Left

eyes, Roscoe was still

his words

Raegan got a message from Bryce, requesting her

sent her location

downstairs

paces from the door, she spotted a black

the passenger seat, beckoning her over with

open the door and climbed

the back, her presence almost

eyes narrowed at the sight of

questioning sharply, "Bryce, is

was thick with

harbored dislike toward Raegan, and Raegan