Love Unbreakable

"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.

but notice the pristine beauty of his hands, his nails short and clean, his veins subtly

flushed with

wasn't the first time he had

Roscoe handed her the spoon, Nicole's hunger surged, especially for the shrimp-corn porridge, her favored dish. She began to

the table and

should rest now, Nicole. I'll be here to look after you,"

Nicole's head shook

"No, Roscoe."

gaze was intense as he watched her

not daring to look at him. She said, "My father's support for your education was one thing. You don' owe me for

without a flicker of emotion