Love Unbreakable

Chapter 344 How Well Did You Sleep In the secluded chamber, a man sat at the head of the table. He wore a white shirt, its crisp collar neatly encircling his pronounced Adam's apple, subtly highlighted by the placement of the buttons. His cool, detached demeanor was softened by a strict, almost ascetic discipline. His good looks were flawless and untouched.

As Nicole entered, the distance in his demeanor disappeared without a hint.

A warm smile brightened his perfect face.

"Nicole," he greeted, taking the coat she had just removed and hanging it with care. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Have you been waiting long?" Nicole asked.

"Not in the slightest. I just got here myself," Roscoe replied.

Once they had taken their seats, Roscoe gestured for the meal to start.

The food was served promptly, and they started chatting lightly over the I meal.

Nicole, having a particular liking for deep-sea fish, took an extra two pieces, drawn not by the taste but by their soft, tender texture.

Roscoe, noticing this, switched her plate for one with stomach-friendly vegetables, gently reprimanding, “Nicole, you shouldn't be picky on foods. Eat these first, then you can have another piece of fish." Since Nicole's surgery, Roscoe had

been encouraging her to eat various nutritional foods. He knew that denying her the foods she liked would I only lessen both her mood and her appetite.

Nicole dutifully ate the vegetables, despite their lack of flavor, finishing every bite.

Roscoe smiled and suggested, "Nicole, perhaps you should consider placing your company under the auspices of my uncle's firm. It operates in a sector of Ardlens that often goes unnoticed." Nicole shook her head. "Roscoe, let's not talk about this anymore," she insisted.

Nicole was firm in her decision to not involve Roscoe further. His assistance up to this point was more than enough. She felt it would be unfair to

impose on him any further.

Roscoe rarely challenged Nicole's choices. At her rejection, a shadow of I disappointment briefly crossed his face. "All right, but for the specific tasks at hand, I'l arrange for my uncle's reliable aide to help you." "Roscoe, I really don't need..." Nicole started to protest.

“Nicole, on this issue, I must insist," Roscoe interrupted, reaching across the table to hold her hand, his eyes earnestly conveying his desire to swiftly resolve the problem.

Nicole's hand stayed motionless, her gaze lowered. Roscoe's hand was as perfect and appealing as his entire being. Her own hands and feet, always cold, found a comforting warmth in his I touch, a balm to her spirit. Yet, it was

this very warmth that made her reluctant to entangle Roscoe in the complexities and unpleasantness of her problems. = Nicole firmly pulled her hand away, ignoring the fleeting look of disappointment in Roscoe's eyes.

"Roscoe, I want to handle this by myself. Could you please look after..." Her voice broke off, leaving the name unsaid. Tears gathered in her eyes as she expressed her deep appreciation, “I'm so grateful to you." Roscoe's response was almost imperceptible. "Nicole, Austin is doing well, better than you think, and he's stronger than you know. Once we find a good match, he'll definitely get better. Just focus on your goals." Nicole lowered her head, her hands covering her face as she cried softly.

"Thank you... Thank you so much," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She was grateful that Roscoe had kept Austin from seeing the flaws in her. She felt she wasn't a good mother.

Austin was too innocent, and she felt too stained by her past. Following the birth of Austin, Nicole was overwhelmed by a profound depression. This dark period led her to attempt to end her life on several I occasions.

One night, in a moment of despair, Nicole found her hands wrapping around Austin's thin neck. The hope she had once felt for her son had turned into bitterness. She questioned why he continued to live. Yet, as she tightened her grip, the sudden cries of her son pierced the silence, snapping her back to reality.

"How did I become so lost?" Nicole wondered.

Roscoe stood up and placed his hands on Nicole's shoulders, soothing her with gentle strokes. He waited patiently until her sobs subsided.

"Nicole, you've done nothing wrong.

Don't blame yourself. I'm sure Austin wouldn't blame you either," he assured her, his gaze filled with unwavering support.

“You haven't done anything wrong.

Don't doubt yourself," Roscoe reiterated, his voice firm. He then hugged her gently, with a touch so delicate it seemed he feared she might break.

After they had finished eating, Roscoe settled Nicole into the passenger seat before taking the wheel himself.

The vehicle halted outside a grand, high-end hotel.

"You're staying here?" Nicole inquired.

"Yes, my new place hasn't been occupied in some time. I've had it aired out, but it will be a few days before it's ready for us to move in. I've arranged for the nanny to stay here with Austin in the meantime," Roscoe explained.

The mention of Austin caused Nicole's I eyelashes to flutter once more.

Roscoe caught this and gently offered, "Nicole, would you like to go upstairs and check on him? Austin is probably asleep by now." Meanwhile, Alec was stationed in a car below the hotel, vigilant.

A sleek black luxury car glided to a

stop nearby, prompting Alec to swiftly exit his vehicle and approach.

The car window descended, revealing Jarrod's pale, yet strikingly handsome face.

Following a critical emergency at the hospital, Jarrod developed a fever soaring above 104 degrees Fahrenheit that night, threatening his lung tissue.

His lungs, already vulnerable, necessitated a hospital stay of five days to achieve some stability.

Jarrod was still not fully recovered.

Despite his doctor's warnings against smoking, he clung to his cigarettes, smoking incessantly.

Alec relayed to Jarrod all of Nicole's actions since she had departed from the restaurant.

Lifting his eyelids slightly, Jarrod eyed I

the shimmering entrance of the hotel and queried, "Here?" Alec confirmed with a nod, choosing to I remain silent beyond this.

Some truths were understood without needing to be voiced. Adults visiting a hotel late at night together typically had reasons other than work.

In a swift movement, Jarrod extended his hand, and Alec, understanding the silent command, handed over his phone with hands that shook slightly.

He played the video he had just captured. It showed Nicole and Roscoe making their way into the hotel together.

As they climbed the steps, Nicole nearly lost her balance but was quickly steadied by Roscoe. He then took her hand, holding onto it until they

disappeared inside.

Each shift in Jarrod's expression seemed to tighten the noose around IW Alec's already strained nerves. He anticipated a storm of rage from Jarrod.

However, even after viewing the entire video, Jarrod's face was devoid of any reaction. His brows remained unknit, his gaze steady. Then, unexpectedly, a smile crept across his face.

It was a strange, sudden smile that did nothing to lighten the pallor of his face but instead cast a shadow of moroseness and ill health.

Alec found this smile perplexing and, knowing Jarrod, a bad omen.

Without a word, Jarrod deftly dialed a number with Alec's phone.

After a brief pause, the call connected.

"Hello, who is this?" came Nicole's voice from the other end, soft and seemingly laced with a quiet warmth.

Jarrod, his demeanor serene, spoke her name. "Nicole, did you sleep well?"