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

"My father’s support for your education

owe me for the

to suffer.” Roscoe listened

paused, he 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

he was a young teen of fifteen, one of many in a crowd where her father had taken her to aid the underprivileged,

She didn't remember him.

had passed

was an

do you love that

only at this

untainted Jarrod, not the monster who refused to let her parents go without a

in a reverie, Nicole felt Roscoe's touch steering

hoping you'd understand my

and compelling, making Nicole

next words,

to drag anyone else

interjected, "Roscoe, to me, you're

I hold no love for him, my bond with

well, and that

suggested they keep things

tried to turn her face away, Roscoe grabbed her arm

gazing

his head, halting just before his

I surpass that

eyes, Roscoe

words somewhat unsettled

message from Bryce, requesting her address

her location to

downstairs after learning

from the door, she spotted a black off- road

seat, beckoning her over with a curled

open the door

in the back, her presence almost tangible

eyes narrowed at the sight of

sharply, "Bryce, is she your tutor?" Bryce merely grunted

air was thick

harbored dislike toward Raegan, and Raegan disliked Eloise's