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.

not daring to look

said, "My father’s support for

don't owe me for the help you've

to suffer.” Roscoe listened without a flicker of

before.” Nicole recalled their encounter at the hospital's safe corridor, but her mind was a haze back then, thanks to Jarrod, leaving

in a

She didn't remember him.

had passed

was an intern at the

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

only at this moment that

untainted Jarrod, not the monster who

felt Roscoe's touch steering

your wounds, hoping

making Nicole find it hard to

words, Nicole

drag anyone else into

thoughts, Nicole interjected, "Roscoe, to me, you're like

I hold no love for him, my

and that would please

at that..." With that, Nicole suggested they keep things

to turn her face

remained silent, gazing

bowed his head, halting just before his thin

soft grin and a whisper, Roscoe vowed, "Nicole, once I surpass that man, you will be mine.” Left alone, Nicole's mind

her eyes, Roscoe

now, his words somewhat unsettled

from Bryce,

her location to

downstairs after learning

from the door, she spotted a black off- road

the passenger seat, beckoning her

pulled open the door and

the

at the sight of

"Bryce, is she your tutor?" Bryce

air was thick with

Raegan, and Raegan disliked Eloise's