Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 440

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Nicole felt a pang in her heart as if a heavy stone was pressing on her, preventing her from breathing. This oppressive feeling caused his hands to shake uncontrollably.

He surreptitiously slapped his hands under the blanket, pausing for a moment before gritting his teeth in determination. «Roscoe, don't you understand? When I say I don't need you, I mean I don't need you in my life.

The air around him seemed to freeze.

Stunned, Roscoe remained silent for a few minutes. As he regained his composure, the first thing he said was, "Nicole, have I done something wrong?"

He retraced his steps meticulously, wondering if he had done something wrong since he entered the room. Could it be that Nicole didn't like him asking his colleagues to keep him informed about her?

"I know asking my colleagues to keep me informed may be a bit much, but I was really worried about you. “You have no family in Ardlens and I was afraid you wouldn't be able to reach me if something happened.”

Roscoe's serious explanation only intensified Nicole's distress. The combination of that searing pain left her breathless.

Through clenched teeth, Nicole stated, “That's not the reason. It's just that I don't feel comfortable having people in my life anymore. "I don't like being taken care of like that and, sometimes, your presence even bothers me."

The hardest part of any business was the beginning. Now that Nicole had started, and the most hurtful words had already been spoken, she knew it would only get easier from now on.

Nicole bit her lip. «As for Austin, let the babysitter take care of him from now on. It was she who took care of him until he was one year old. Finding a heart match for him will take time, and you have your own worries, so I won't burden you.

When Austin was born, Nicole had enlisted the help of a local nanny to help raise him.

When Austin turned one, Nicole, who was not herself at the time, decided to withdraw from his life, leaving him completely in the care of the nanny. It was the hardest decision I had ever made.

All this time, Roscoe had been there. At the time, Roscoe had been furthering his studies.

Later, when Austin fell ill, Roscoe suggested that Austin stay with him. Since then, Austin had become dependent on both Roscoe and the nanny.

"I've never considered Austin a burden," Roscoe suddenly replied, his voice not very loud but tinged with indignation.

Quickly containing his anger, he continued, “Nicole, whatever you don't like about me, I will change. If my presence bothers you, I will make it disappear. Can…"

"Stop it," Nicole said with red eyes. Her hand trembled under the blanket and she was afraid that tears would escape at any moment. "Pretend you've never met me. "Roscoe, we were never meant to be together from the beginning."

Nicole's words put a clear distance between them, hitting Roscoe hard.

Roscoe felt like he couldn't connect with Nicole anymore. He thought of the soft, moonlit way she used to look at Austin, bewildered as to why she was being so hard on him…

"Is it because of him?" Roscoe asked, his eyes trained on Nicole's lips and neck, noting the telltale marks.

There was no room for self-deception.

Nicole, aware of his gaze, felt a wave of shame wash over her. She tried to hide it by covering her neck with her hand and letting her hair fall over it as if she had done something unforgivable.

For a second, Nicole almost tried to justify her actions.

Somehow, it stopped. Then, determined not to hide, she exposed the hickeys under his unwavering gaze.

«This has nothing to do with him. I just don't like you. Don't bother trying…” Nicole said, avoiding Roscoe's gaze.

He closed his eyes, bracing himself for any reaction, expecting Roscoe to leave at any moment. Knowing Roscoe for his talent and independence, she was sure he wouldn't stick around after her rejection.

Finally, the door closed.

When Nicole opened her eyes again, she was alone in the room.

Nicole suddenly felt powerless. Her heart felt empty, as if it had been ripped out, leaving her cold and empty.

He had said those words deliberately, making Roscoe believe that he was disparaging his background. In reality, she felt unworthy of him…

Roscoe moving on would mean a better life for him, full of better possibilities. He should not be confined to this city, carrying a hatred that did not belong to him.

With Jarrod's manic nature, knowing that his intentions could lead to relentless revenge... Nicole decided not to drag anyone else into her problems.

Everything seemed too familiar. She believed she was destined to be alone... To face her challenges alone, to live and die alone...

Nicole tried to console herself, but the pain continued to invade her, without any relief from her efforts to calm it.

Suddenly, the door opened again.

Nicole looked up and saw Roscoe with a teapot in his hands.

Roscoe gently approached Nicole's bed, poured some water and gave it to her, saying, "I let it cool a little. "It's very hot."

Nicole looked at the cup and tears suddenly filled her eyes. Just when she was convinced she would be alone forever, there was Roscoe, back again.

Fighting the urge to cry, she picked up the cup and drank quickly.

However, Nicole coughed violently after drinking too quickly and began to choke. Nicole could use this to explain her sudden surge of tears.

However, the tears seemed too excessive for simple choking. Tears fell onto the blanket, creating patterns.

Roscoe felt an emptiness inside him. Quickly grabbing the cup, he gently patted her back and asked, “Is it too hot?”

It didn't make sense to him. He had made sure the drink was only lukewarm, worried that she might burn her mouth during the night.

Nicole shook her head, tried to speak, but only managed to hiccup.

The hiccups continued, one after another, uncontrollable.

As she became anxious, Roscoe's calm face suddenly appeared.

Dangerously close.

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