As Nicole gazed at the peaceful face next to her, she was overwhelmed by a feeling of complete satisfaction.
Her thoughts remained a mystery to outsiders. When she first exited Austin’s life, people assumed she harbored strong negative feelings toward Austin.
They were unaware her choice was rooted more in remorse. Nicole was weighed down by remorse for not being the good mother she should have been. Claiming depression as a defense was inadequate.
From the instant her hand reached for Austin’s neck, Nicole relinquished her claim to motherhood.
Additionally, her notoriety in Ardlens, marred by Jarrod’s doings, implied Austin was better off without a mother like her bearing a stained reputation. Austin’s future seemed brighter and more promising without her presence. She found comfort in observing him from a distance.
With a heavy heart, Nicole let go of Austin’s hand, feeling an emptiness grow with every inch she withdrew.
Upon exiting the room, Roscoe was found asleep on the couch outside.
He chose not to retreat to his bedroom, driven by concern for them.
In slumber, Roscoe appeared serene, his dark hair gently outlining his face, his lengthy yet sparse eyelashes contributing to his refined, graceful look. His androgynous beauty was rare: handsome without being effeminate.
Nicole neared, stooped, and tenderly drew the blanket up to him.
As she retracted her hand, Roscoe’s clean, slim fingers clasped hers.
“Nicole, you’re awake so soon?” Roscoe’s voice carried a slight allure in the early hours.
Nicole responded with a hum and suggested, “It’s still quite early.
Get some more rest.”
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Nicole attempted to free her hand, yet Roscoe maintained his grip, softly drawing her nearer.
He opened his eyes, revealing a lucid, somewhat raspy gaze, and expressed, “Nicole, I experienced a nightmare.”
Their eyes locked. It felt almost audible, the intensity of their stare.
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Nicole’s pulse quickened as if captivated by the depth of his gaze.
Her lips parted slightly. “What was your dream about?”
However, Roscoe didn’t divulge, simply requesting, “Nicole, may I embrace you?”
Caught off guard, Nicole’s heart fluttered wildly, speechless, her form already enveloped in Roscoe’s arms.
The hug radiated warmth and strength.
Shortly after, Roscoe released her, a look of contentment on his face.
He had dreamt that she had departed. He had a melancholy dream, and only an embrace from her could soothe his unease.