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.

her face away, not daring to

said, "My father’s support for

owe me for the

me lately seems to suffer.” Roscoe listened without a flicker

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

a crowd where her father had taken her to

She didn't remember him.

had

an intern

Roscoe probed, "Nicole, do you love that man?”

this moment that

the monster

a reverie, Nicole felt Roscoe's touch steering her gaze

I dressed your wounds, hoping you'd understand

were clear and compelling, making Nicole find it

words, Nicole averted

want to drag

Nicole interjected, "Roscoe, to

for him,

well, and that

suggested they keep

Nicole tried to turn her face away,

silent, gazing

halting just before

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

the hell? In her eyes, Roscoe

his words

morning, Raegan got a message from Bryce, requesting her address to pick her

her location to

her way downstairs after

few paces from the door, she spotted a black

seat, beckoning her over

pulled open the door and

was seated in the back,

at the sight

to Bryce, questioning sharply, "Bryce, is she your tutor?" Bryce merely grunted in

air was

toward Raegan, and Raegan disliked