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.

across Roscoe's youthful features, as though enveloped in

to appear, Roscoe had tirelessly searched for her. After countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered

Roscoe quietly departed, his heart heavy with sadness. Aware of Nicole's pressing obligations, he endeavored not to intrude

Today's events felt remarkably coincidental as if he had harbored a premonition in

chilly. Let's head inside,"

out to embrace

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

door boasted an antiquated lock, requiring a key

in the corner of the wall

traditional, vintage home, complete with a courtyard

was the cherished residence where Nicole's

grandparents passed away early, and Jarrod remained unaware of

a family crisis, Wesson sold this

that time, Roscoe, in his early twenties, relied on part-time jobs and scholarships to amass sufficient funds. This was the "old

courtyard, everything within

wound, caused by the bottle cap. As the injury was on her arm,

be durable, with the wound not too

said. She was thoroughly coated in

crafted leather jacket mitigated

experiencing mild numbness all over and nursing a wound on her arm, Nicole was

not to wet your

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

this modest villa, her grandparents’ bedrooms were located downstairs, with two bedrooms reserved upstairs for the convenience of

the memories of her childhood, she found

she was taken aback by

emitted a faint creak as it

frame, his hand casually tucked

astonishment, a subtle

my business travels, whenever I encountered something fitting for you, I made the purchase." Over time, the wardrobe reached its capacity,

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

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

those documents,

over her after narrowly escaping danger. Nicole quipped with 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." Even at a 30% discount, the timeless designs of these

I have the skills to support you and

prioritizing Austin's well-being