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

fateful night when Nicole failed to appear, Roscoe had tirelessly searched for her. After countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered the truth. Nicole had been held captive by Jarrod in one of

quietly departed, his heart heavy with sadness. Aware of

safety. Today's events felt remarkably coincidental

getting chilly. Let's head

out to embrace

in Nicole's heart. She promptly took a step back, uttering, "Let's proceed." Roscoe's hand briefly tensed before he slowly withdrew

lock, requiring a key

brick in the corner of the

of a traditional, vintage home, complete with a courtyard

the cherished residence

and Jarrod remained unaware of the significance of

crisis, Wesson

to them, it was Roscoe who purchased it. At that time, Roscoe, in his early twenties, relied on part-time jobs and scholarships to amass sufficient funds. This

courtyard, everything within appeared

bottle cap. As the injury was on her arm, Nicole removed her jacket, exposing the short-sleeved shirt she wore

with the wound not too severe. He then applied disinfectant before

She was thoroughly coated in dirt from head

specially crafted leather jacket mitigated the severity of her injuries, sparing her from anything

wound on her arm, Nicole was fortunate to

cautious not to wet

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

located downstairs, with two bedrooms reserved

held the memories

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

wooden door emitted a faint

reclining against the door frame, his hand casually tucked into his pocket.

her astonishment,

I encountered something fitting for you, I made the purchase." Over time, the wardrobe reached its capacity, brimming with an abundance

each bearing the emblem of luxury brands, ranging in value from tens of thousands to hundreds of

toward donning designer apparel. His typical attire comprised suits and shirts sourced from a select niche brand, their prices spanning from a few thousand to

to her triumphant securing of those documents,

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 high

the skills to support you and Austin."

consistently demonstrated selflessness, always prioritizing Austin's well-being without