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 look at

father’s support for

owe me for

to suffer.” Roscoe listened without a flicker of emotion across

at the hospital's safe corridor, but her mind was a haze back then, thanks

in a crowd where her father had taken her to

She didn't remember him.

had

Roscoe was an intern at

"Nicole, do you

at this

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

reverie, Nicole felt Roscoe's

hoping you'd understand my intentions,” he

Nicole find it hard to stand

next words,

didn't want to drag anyone

thoughts, Nicole interjected, "Roscoe, to me,

no love for him, my bond with him is

and that would please my

that..." With that, Nicole suggested they

her face away, Roscoe grabbed her arm

silent, gazing at

Roscoe bowed his head, halting just

grin and a whisper, Roscoe vowed, "Nicole, once I surpass that

the hell? In her eyes, Roscoe was still a little

now, his words

a Friday morning, Raegan got a message from

sent her

way downstairs

the door, she spotted a black off- road

passenger seat, beckoning her over with

pulled open the door and climbed

surprise, Eloise was seated in the back, her presence almost tangible with

narrowed at the sight of

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

was thick with

dislike toward Raegan, and Raegan disliked Eloise's