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.

face away, not

support for

owe me for the help

seems to suffer.”

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

a crowd where her father had taken her to aid the underprivileged,

She didn't remember him.

had passed

was an intern

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

at this moment that Nicole grasped the

affections had clung to an untainted Jarrod, not the monster who refused to let her parents go without

Nicole felt Roscoe's touch steering her gaze back

I dressed your wounds, hoping you'd understand my

making Nicole find

his next words, Nicole averted her

didn't want to drag anyone else into her

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

hold no love for him, my bond

out well, and that would

Nicole suggested they keep things as they

turn her

silent, gazing at

head, halting just

Roscoe vowed, "Nicole, once I surpass that man, you will be mine.” Left

her eyes, Roscoe was

words somewhat unsettled

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

her

way downstairs after

she spotted

in the passenger seat, beckoning

pulled open the door and

the back, her presence almost tangible with

eyes narrowed at the

is she your

air was

harbored dislike toward Raegan, and Raegan disliked Eloise's