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

countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered the truth. Nicole had been

unrestrained, Roscoe quietly departed, his heart heavy with sadness. Aware

Today's events felt remarkably coincidental as

getting chilly. Let's head inside," Roscoe

out to

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

antiquated lock, requiring a key for

the key from beneath the third brick in

charm of a traditional, vintage home, complete

residence where Nicole's grandparents once

grandparents passed away early, and Jarrod remained unaware of the

a family crisis, Wesson sold this

that time, Roscoe, in his early twenties, relied on part-time jobs and scholarships

Roscoe illuminated the courtyard,

by the bottle cap. As the injury was on

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

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

the fall from the motorcycle, her specially crafted leather jacket

from experiencing mild numbness all over and nursing a wound on her

be cautious not

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

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

into the room that once held the memories of her childhood, she found herself overwhelmed with

room had been meticulously maintained, and as she opened the wardrobe, she was taken aback by what she found. The wardrobe

faint creak as

the door frame, his hand casually tucked into his

her astonishment, a

he explained, "During my business travels, whenever I encountered something fitting for you, I made the purchase." Over

perused the garments, each bearing the emblem of luxury brands, ranging in value from tens of

designer apparel. His 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 his decision

it was due to her triumphant securing of those

short on funds in the future, I could simply sell off these clothes and enjoy a comfortable lifestyle for a few years." Even at a 30% discount, the timeless designs of these

about that. I have the skills to support you and

selflessness, always prioritizing Austin's