Nicole seemed to be unaware that whenever she lied, she unconsciously pinched the nail of her index finger.
Roscoe couldnât help but smile upon noticing this.
Realizing that she was deliberately provoking him, an act out of her care for him, he felt a surge of happiness so intense that his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
Nicole was stunned.
She hadnât expected that Roscoe wouldnât believe her words at all.
With reddened eyes, she uttered with a cold determination, âDonât do all those useless things.
You know that Iâm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!â
Nicole couldnât comprehend why Roscoe had abandoned his medical career to return to the notorious Watts family.
Nicole had harbored suspicions about Roscoeâs true identity long before.
During his time abroad, Roscoe was invariably shadowed by bodyguards.
Since they did not seem to be hired by Roscoe himself, it could only mean that he was from a wealthy background where his mere identity required protection.
Nicole had kept an ear out in her social circle, and heard whispers that Doreen favored the newly returned illegitimate son of the Watts family.
However, she hadnât expected it to be Roscoe.
The Watts familyâs reputation was tarnished, engulfed in a mire of scandals.
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Roscoe was so pure that Nicole had the inexplicable desire to shield him from all of it.
âI wonât do anything useless.
â Aware that this wasnât a good place to talk, Roscoe dropped his voice to a murmur.
âNicole, Iâll be waiting for you at our usual spot tomorrow at midnight.
â
With a solemn shake of her head, Nicole whispered back, âI wonât be there.
â
Roscoe was accustomed to her rejection and the sting of disappointment, and the smile on his face remained unyielding.
âThen Iâll be there every night without fail.
â
Nicole was at a loss for words.
Roscoe pressed on, âI noticed the ginger in your porridge earlier.
Itâs too much flavor for you now, so donât eat it.
And donât forget to take your medication when you get home.
â
Tears brimmed in Nicoleâs eyes.
Roscoeâs kindness overwhelmed her.
If she continued to refuse him, how would she be any different from Jarrod, a cold-blooded and ruthless person?
Roscoeâs and Nicoleâs reflections swam in the mirror nearby.
Tilting his head slightly, Roscoe brushed away Nicoleâs tears with his thumb.
As his fingers wiped away the tears, he softly asked, âDo you love me, Nicole?â
Nicole trembled nervously.
Roscoeâs smile widened, and when he spoke, his voice carried a subdued but unmistakable joy.
âYou donât need to answer.
Time will tell.
â
Once more, Nicole did not know how to respond.
She was hesitant to say anything that would crush his hopes.
Roscoe looked at her and said in a resolute tone, âNicole, give me some time.
Iâll grow up.
â He pledged to evolve into the partner Nicole needed, someone capable of protecting her.
Before Nicole could offer a response, a frigid voice sliced through the air.
âWhat are you talking about?â