Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 452 The nearly frantic speed of the motorcycle, resembling a hurricane, caused the man's shirt to billow.

Then, to the astonishment of onlookers, the motorcycle took off. It ascended into the air. From one side of the lake to the other, it landed gracefully on the grass before speeding away.

The pursuing bodyguards remained undeterred. They assumed accelerating would do the same magic.

After revving their engines in preparation, the lead motorcycle rider endeavored forward. The motorcycle ascended into the sky, only to suddenly descend. The bodyguard and the motorcycle collided forcefully with the water.

Soon, the turbulent splashes quieted, and it appeared as though both the motorcycle and its rider had vanished beneath the lake's surface.

The other three motorcycle riders refrained from attempting such feats any longer. They neglected to search

for their fallen comrade, opting instead to turn their heads and look for a path to the opposite shore.

On the opposite side, the black motorcycle accelerated from a narrow path onto a main road.

After approximately thirty minutes of travel, the journey came to a halt beside a quaint villa, its walls adorned with climbing roses.

The man steadied himself by placing a foot on the ground and instructed, "Hold on me tightly." Before Nicole could fully collect her thoughts, he effortlessly lifted her from the motorcycle. Her body still hadn't regained its composure from the previous whirlwind.

As she was being transported, her senses began to awaken.

Just as she was about to speak, instead of placing her on the ground, the man positioned her sideways on the motorcycle.

Nicole used her hands to steady herself on the seat.

The man carefully removed her helmet, hanging it on the handlebar, before attending to his own.

Before Nicole stood a handsome face, nearly flawless in its ‘composition.

"Roscoe..." Though Nicole had recognized the man as Roscoe, she remained fraught with uncertainties, unknowingly reverting to her previous manner of addressing him.

Roscoe's lips curved into a faint smile, his countenance exuding a luminous, moonlit glow, resplendent and captivating. "Thankfully, I managed to catch up," he remarked.

"How did you know where to find me?" Nicole understood she shouldn't harbor suspicions toward Roscoe, yet it hardly seemed coincidental for him to appear there.

"I sought you out at the villa," Roscoe openly confessed, devoid of any need for secrecy.

Nicole, now taken aback, questioned, "You sought me out?"

"Yes," Roscoe replied.

youthful features, as though enveloped in

After countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered the truth. Nicole had been held captive by Jarrod in one

emerge from Jarrod's villa, liberated and unrestrained, Roscoe quietly departed, his heart heavy with sadness. Aware of Nicole's pressing obligations, he endeavored not to intrude

felt remarkably coincidental as

chilly. Let's head inside,"

instinctively reached out

heart. She promptly took a step back, uttering, "Let's proceed." Roscoe's

lock,

key from beneath the third brick in the corner of the

vintage home, complete with a courtyard adorned with ginkgo trees and

was the cherished residence where Nicole's

Jarrod remained unaware of

crisis, Wesson sold this

it was Roscoe who purchased it. At that time, Roscoe, in his early twenties, relied on part-time jobs and

Roscoe illuminated the courtyard, everything

was on her

fortunately, found the clothing to be durable, with the wound not too severe. He then applied disinfectant before carefully bandaging it

take a shower," Nicole said. She was thoroughly coated in

the impact of the fall from the motorcycle, her specially crafted leather jacket mitigated the severity of her injuries, sparing her from

experiencing mild numbness all over and nursing a wound on her

just be cautious not

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

with two bedrooms reserved upstairs for the convenience of Wesson, Dora, and a young

Nicole stepped back into the room that once held the

maintained, and as she opened the wardrobe, she was taken aback by what she found. The wardrobe overflowed with garments, each pristine with its

wooden door emitted a faint creak as it swung

his hand

registering her astonishment, a subtle blush

fitting for you, I made the purchase." Over time, the wardrobe reached its

brands, ranging in

typical attire comprised suits and shirts sourced from a select niche brand, their prices spanning from a few thousand to tens of thousands. He was fully aware that she wouldn't wear those garments, yet he remained steadfast in

her triumphant securing of those documents, leaving her in

playful humor, "Roscoe, should I ever find myself short on funds in the future, I could simply sell off these clothes and enjoy a comfortable lifestyle for a few years."

I have the skills to support you and Austin." Upon hearing these

selflessness, always prioritizing Austin's