Tears filled her eyes as Nicole looked at the lingering scar on Roscoeâs face.
âAre you crazy.
?â
Stopping her from opening the car door with his fine hand, Roscoe couldnât lift his injured hand to wipe her tears.
Instead, he used his sleeve, murmuring softly, âWe agreed to face troubles together.
Do you not want me anymore?â
After hearing this, Nicole burst into even more tears.
âYou really are a fool⦠Thereâs no one in the world more foolish than youâ¦â
Nicole was overwhelmed.
Roscoe could have achieved more, but because of her, he was reduced to such a sad state.
Right then, a driver approached, someone from the neighborhood whom Roscoe had arranged in advance.
Once the car was on the move, a partition went up.
This partition was specially designed to block any sounds and prevent them from being spotted in the back seat.
Nicole panicked and grabbed Roscoeâs hand.
âRoscoe, drop me off.
I canât be seen with you.
Iâll only cause you more trouble.
â
Nicole was concerned about Roscoe.
If Jarrod, who was always out for revenge, discovered that Roscoe and her had fled together, he would certainly unleash a wave of retaliation upon catching them.
Roscoe was already beaten to this point and simply couldnât accept another blow.
Nicole managed to persuade Roscoe, âRoscoe, please go back home.
Stop getting mixed up with me.
I donât want to be in your debt anymore.
â
âIâm not going back,â Roscoe replied, gently wiping away her tears with his sleeve.
âNicole, my home is wherever you are.
â
âNo, no!â Nicole protested urgently.
âDonât fret over me.
I didnât run off without a plan.
Iâll drop a bombshell on several social media platforms at 2:30 in the morning.
After that, Jarrod will be too busy to chase after me.
â
Nicole implemented a plan that would destroy herself as well as Jarrod.
âNicole.
â Roscoe gazed at her with unyielding determination in his eyes.
âIâve been steadfast for over a decade.
Do you really think you can sway me now?â
Nicole was at a loss for words, knowing Roscoeâs resolve better than anyone.
A spark lit up Roscoeâs eyes as he said softly, âNicole, Iâve never really had a place to call home.
Itâs only with you that I find a âhomeâ.
â
He reached out and tightly held her slender fingers, saying firmly, âEven if you see me as nothing more than a younger brother for the rest of your life, Iâm ready to do anything for you.
â
Nicole suddenly felt weaker yet somehow braver in facing life.
It was difficult to pinpoint what exactly she was feeling at that moment.
Maybe it was a blend of reliance and sympathy, or perhaps her feelings were transforming significantly.
Nicole no longer wanted to dwell on her mixed feelings.
Not persuading Roscoe anymore, she quietly placed her hand in his.
Roscoe was someone she could always rely on.
The car sped along, entering South Bank Road.
Nicole looked up through the open sunroof at the starry sky, feeling a surreal sensation.
âDid we really run out?â she asked.
âYes, we did,â Roscoe answered.
âHow did you know Iâd leave tonight?â Nicole inquired.
âAfter you had the nurse give me that note today, I figured youâd leave tonight,â he explained.