That was when Nicole noticed how appealing Roscoe's Lips were, looking soft and slightly red...

Roscoe leaned in even closer.

Nicole's heart raced, as if he were about to kiss her. She started to panic, but then felt a cool breeze on her cheek.

Roscoe was blowing on her eyes, gently and with care...

He whispered, “Just blow on it, and it won't hurt."

Hearing those words, Nicole felt an urge to cry even more. Her dad used to say the same thing when she was little. “Sweetheart, just blow on it, and it won't hurt..."

Now, she realized the person who used to say that with such kindness would never say it again. A wave of sadness washed over her, and tears streamed down her face.

Roscoe suddenly tightened his hold on Nicole's arm and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

Nicole instinctively tried to pull away, only to freeze when he whispered, "No."

Trembling, Nicole asked, "What?"

Roscoe replied firmly, “I'm not giving up that easily. I know I Like you. If you're not ready now, I can wait as long as it takes. But don't ask me to leave you. That I cannot do."

If Nicole hadn't subconsciously tried to hide the hickeys, Roscoe might have walked away, heartbroken.

Yet, subconscious actions revealed the truth, and Roscoe noted her struggles.

At that moment, Nicole felt truly afraid. His intense declaration sparked a fear in her like never before. She felt she didn't deserve the adoration in Roscoe's gaze.

In a voice devoid of emotion, Nicole stated, "I don't like you. I've made that clear."

Roscoe, undeterred, said gently, "It's fine. My love for you is enough."

Tears started streaming down Nicole's face, unstoppable. Her heart, scarred from past hurts, found the depth of his love too much to handle. Through her tears, she said, "Roscoe, why can't you see? You shouldn't love me."

Nicole wanted to say more, but as she looked into Roscoe's sincere and warm eyes, she found herself at a loss for words. She couldn't bear to cause him any more pain with words.

Late at night. In the hospital corridor.

Roscoe was by the window, gazing into the darkness of the night, his expression turning cold. After a moment of silence, he finally said into the phone, "I'm coming back."