Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 441

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It was then that Nicole realized how attractive Roscoe's lips were, soft looking and slightly red….

Roscoe leaned in further.

Nicole's heart raced, as if he was about to kiss her. He started to get scared, but then he felt a cool breeze on his cheek.

Roscoe blew into his eyes, softly and carefully…

He whispered to her: "Blow and it won't hurt."

Hearing those words made Nicole feel like crying even more. Her father told her the same thing when she was little. "Honey, blow and it won't hurt..."

Now, he realized that the person who used to say that so kindly would never say it again. A wave of sadness washed over her and tears ran down her face.

Suddenly, Roscoe squeezed Nicole's arm and put his arms around her tightly.

Nicole instinctively tried to pull away, but froze when he whispered, "No."

Trembling, Nicole asked, "What?"

Roscoe responded firmly: “I'm not going to give up that easily. I know I like you. If you're not ready now, I can wait as long as it takes. But don't ask me to leave you. "I can't do that."

If Nicole hadn't unconsciously tried to hide the hickeys, Roscoe might have walked away, heartbroken.

However, subconscious actions revealed the truth, and Roscoe noticed his struggle.

At that moment, Nicole felt real fear. His intense statement awakened a fear in her like she had never felt before. He felt he didn't deserve the adoration of Roscoe's gaze.

In a voice devoid of emotion, Nicole stated, “I don't like you. "I have made it clear."

Roscoe, unfazed, said softly, “It's okay. My love for you is enough.

Tears began to flow down Nicole's face, unstoppable. His heart, marked by the wounds of the past, could not bear the depth of his love. Through tears, she said, “Roscoe, why don't you see him? "You shouldn't love me."

Nicole wanted to say more, but looking into Roscoe's sincere and warm eyes, she was speechless. I couldn't bear to cause him more pain with words.

Late at night. In the hospital hallway.

Roscoe stood by the window, staring into the darkness of the night, his expression cold. After a moment of silence, he finally said into the phone: "I'm going back."

Once the call was over, Roscoe returned to Nicole's living room and sat next to the bed, watching her carefully.

Nicole's eyelashes were wet and she shed two tears as she dreamed.

He gently took her hand, tucked her in, and said in a voice so low it was almost hard to hear, "Nicole, you won't be alone."

The moonlight cast a soft glow on Roscoe's calm, clear face.

Roscoe looked at Nicole with a fond look. He understood that having met someone as stunning as Nicole in his younger years meant his irresistible love for her right after the spark of love at first sight.

In the silent hallway. Bang! Suddenly, a thermos was thrown into the trash can.

The fish soup spilled and its steam rose into the air.

With his back to Nicole's living room, Jarrod's gaze deepened, his eyes burning with a wild, untamed fierceness...

After leaving the hospital, Raegan threw herself into her work, trying to distract herself from the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her head. He wanted to avoid making mistakes while his memories were blurry.

Raegan took all of Mitchel's calls, but her answers were short and direct. Overwhelmed by work, tied up, going out with friends… She caught herself using these insincere excuses for two days in a row.

Raegan began to feel like she was betraying him. A wave of guilt washed over her…

On the third day, Mitchel stopped calling, irritated.

But in the afternoon, his patience wore thin and he sent her a text message.

“Will you come today?”

After sending the message, Mitchel remembered an article that Luis had shared with him the day before. He suggested that women appreciated sweet words and advised men not to shy away from showing affection towards the desired one.

After a brief pause, Mitchel sent another message, this time just three words long. After hitting send, Mitchel's heart raced. He felt like a teenager in love, eagerly awaiting a reply message from the person he adored.

Mitchel kept his eyes glued to the phone for a long moment, but Raegan's response never came.

Mitchel felt growing disappointment and irritation. For three days in a row, their expectations had been disappointed. It was becoming increasingly clear that Raegan's promises were empty.

He regretted having believed her, having let her go without a second thought the other day. Once he was gone, he didn't come back.

The more Mitchel thought about it, the angrier he became, until he couldn't resist calling Raegan.

This time Raegan answered quickly.

With bitterness in his voice, Mitchel asked him, "Are you really that involved with that stuff?"

"Hello?" The cheerful male voice on the other end was not what Mitchel expected.

"Who is it?" Mitchel's annoyance was evident in his voice.

"I'm Judd, Miss Foster's assistant."

Had Raegan hired a man as an assistant? Trying to stay calm, Mitchel said, "Let me talk to her."

«Do you want to leave him a message? "I'll make sure you get it."

Judd's hesitation only made Mitchel more frustrated. Mitchel's face soured. «Tell him to answer the call. "I need to talk to her."

Judd refused: "Sorry, she's busy right now."

Mitchel was speechless. He wondered how Raegan had hired such a headstrong assistant. Was its only purpose to irritate you?

“Do you need anything else?” Judd sounded indifferent, as if he was hinting at Mitchel to finish and leave.

Mitchel had never been rejected like that by an assistant. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and murmured, "No."

With a click, the conversation was over.

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