Her tearful appeal was poignant.
She appeared fragile and ethereal, her lips a vivid red, her hair like silk, her complexion delicate as a glass orb.
Roscoeâs mind flickered with a trace of recognition, but it vanished as quickly as it came, shattered by Doreenâs piercing scream.
âYouâre crazy!â Doreen pushed Nicole forcefully.
Caught unprepared, Nicole stumbled and fell, her knees scraping against the ground, blood soon staining her khaki pants.
Doreen, observing Nicoleâs frail form, grew concerned she might have caused Nicole serious harm.
Aware that Jarrod still harbored feelings for Nicole, she knew any severe injury to Nicole could lead to a reprimand or more.
âs BunnyBookery Doreen hastily tugged at Roscoe, who seemed rooted to the spot.
âRoscoe, we need to leave now.
This woman is unhinged and could be dangerousâ¦â
Roscoe looked down at Nicole.
For some reason, he found it hard to bring himself to leave with Doreen, his feet rooted to the spot âRoscoe!â Doreen called out again, irritation clear in her voice.
She noticed Roscoeâs attention was fixed intently on Nicole, which irked her.
Doreen scoffed, wondering what made Nicole so captivating to men.
Was it Nicoleâs slightly fuller figure, her plump lips, or _ her mesmerizing face? Men seemed ensnared by merely her presence.
Resorting to deception, Doreen clutched her stomach and cried out in agony.
âRoscoe, my stomach⦠Itâs unbearable!â
Doreen clung to Roscoe like an octopus, and he had no choice but to carry her into the car, leaving Nicole behind without a backward glance.
Nicole sat on the ground, despondently watching the car disappear, tears clouding her vision.
Her heart throbbed with a dull pain.
Just then, a passerby noticed Nicoleâs distressed state and approached with concern.
âMiss, are you alright?â
Such a voice full of worry made Nicoleâs tears flow freely, large and glistening like pearls.
The passerby was taken aback.
âMiss, whatâs wrong? I can take you to the hospital, but Iâll need to record the process with my phone in case any tricks are in play.
â
Nicole, amidst her sobs, managed to say, âNo, thatâs not necessary.
â
She tried to mask the pain in her chest.
The passerby scrutinized her pale face.
âAre you sure? You seem very unwell.
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âIâm fine.
Thank you,â Nicole replied, not wanting to dampen the strangerâs kind intentions.
She knew she couldnât go to the hospital, not with the crucial trial just two days away and no room for more complications.
Despite the crushing revelation of Roscoeâs amnesia, she steeled herself for the challenges ahead.
Summoning her strength, Nicole slowly stood and limped toward a nearby bench to rest.
However, just as she seemed to settle, her strength gave way, and she collapsed from the bench, unconscious.
Alarmed, the passerby shouted for help.
âMiss! Miss! Can someone call an ambulance?â
Nicole was rushed to the hospital.