Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 587

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Nicole's eyes stung with unshed tears at the sight.

Noticing his gaze, Roscoe hastily covered himself and tried to get up.

“Stay seated,” Nicole insisted, her voice thick with emotion. He reached out and touched her shoulder cautiously.

Roscoe sat back down, trying to downplay his injuries. «It's nothing, really. It's just that now that I've seen it..."

Nicole, her tone full of disbelief, insisted: "Do you take me for a fool?"

In the midst of a heavy silence, Nicole's voice trembled slightly.

"Is this because of the parking incident?"

Her mind returned to the guards, their hands brandishing sinister, blade-like weapons that she had first mistaken for whips.

Those same weapons were aimed at her, but Roscoe had intercepted the blow, taking the hit instead.

When Nicole broached the topic, Roscoe dismissed it with a stoic brow. "It's no big deal. "I have endured worse."

Nicole, moved by concern, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the harsh reality of his injuries. He confirmed Jarrod's words. Roscoe's existence within the Watts dynasty was plagued with hardship.

When she reached out her hand, Roscoe grabbed it tenderly, stopping her. "Be careful, you'll get your hands dirty," he warned.

Nicole tilted her head, noticing the crimson that had already transferred to her skin.

With great care, Roscoe cleaned her hand, making sure that no trace of the ordeal remained.

Suddenly, Nicole felt a constriction around her heart and a peculiar sensation pricked her nose.

He had thought that he had lost the ability to connect emotionally with others, assuming that he had become callous and callous under Jarrod's influence.

However, in the midst of his inner turmoil, he longed to understand his motives.

Doubt took over her. He feared that the answer would reveal the lack of real purpose behind his actions.

Tears welled up in Nicole's eyes and fell onto Roscoe's skin. In a low voice, he whispered, "It's not worth it, Roscoe..."

Roscoe lost his composure. The once skilled surgeon felt momentarily lost, his hands fumbling as he tried to comfort her. “Nicole,” he said quietly, like a plea.

Pushing away her tears, Nicole smiled and took the reins.

«Turn around. “Let me see those wounds,” he insisted.

Roscoe's protest was weak. "There's no need".

«Don't argue. “Just turn around,” Nicole insisted, not willing to take no for an answer.

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