Nicole was stunned. She hadn't expected that Roscoe wouldn't believe her words at all. With reddened eyes, she uttered with a cold determination, "Don't do all those useless things. You know that I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself!"

Nicole couldn't comprehend why Roscoe had abandoned his medical career to return to the notorious Watts family.

Nicole had harbored suspicions about Roscoe's 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 hadn't expected it to be Roscoe.

The Watts family's reputation was tarnished, engulfed in a mire of scandals.

Roscoe was so pure that Nicole had the inexplicable desire to shield him from all of it.

"I won't do anything useless." Aware that this wasn't a good place to talk, Roscoe dropped his voice to a murmur. "Nicole, I'll be waiting for you at our usual spot tomorrow at midnight."

With a solemn shake of her head, Nicole whispered back, "I won't be there."

Roscoe was accustomed to her rejection and the sting of disappointment, and the smile on his face remained unyielding. "Then I'll be there every night without fail."

Nicole was at a loss for words.

Roscoe pressed on, “I noticed the ginger in your porridge earlier.

It's too much flavor for you now, so don't eat it. And don't forget to take your medication when you get home."

Tears brimmed in Nicole's eyes. Roscoe's kindness overwhelmed her. If she continued to refuse him, how would she be any different from Jarrod, a cold-blooded and ruthless person?

Roscoe's and Nicole's reflections swam in the mirror nearby.

Tilting his head slightly, Roscoe brushed away Nicole's tears with his thumb. As his fingers wiped away the tears, he softly asked, "Do you love me, Nicole?"

Nicole trembled nervously.

Roscoe's smile widened, and when he spoke, his voice carried a subdued but unmistakable joy. "You don't need to answer. Time will tell."

Once more, Nicole did not know how to respond. She was hesitant to say anything that would crush his hopes.