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

said, "My father’s support for your education was one

owe me for the help

entangled with me lately seems to suffer.” Roscoe

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

a crowd where her father had taken her to aid

She didn't remember him.

years had passed

Roscoe was an intern

her, Roscoe probed, "Nicole, do you

at this moment that Nicole

monster who refused to let

Nicole felt Roscoe's

wounds, hoping you'd understand

and compelling, making Nicole find it hard to stand his

words, Nicole

want to drag anyone else

Roscoe could voice his thoughts, Nicole interjected, "Roscoe, to me,

no love for him, my bond with him

well, and that would please my

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

to turn her face away, Roscoe grabbed her arm

remained silent, gazing at

bowed his head, halting just before his thin lips

Roscoe vowed, "Nicole, once I surpass

In her eyes, Roscoe

his words

morning, Raegan got a message from Bryce,

sent her

way downstairs

few paces from the door, she spotted a black off- road

beckoning her

pulled open the

seated in the back, her presence almost tangible with

at the sight of

is she your tutor?" Bryce merely

was thick

toward Raegan, and Raegan disliked Eloise's