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.

Roscoe's youthful features, as

Roscoe had tirelessly searched for her. After countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered the truth. Nicole had been held captive by Jarrod in one of his

Jarrod's villa, liberated and unrestrained, Roscoe quietly departed, his heart heavy with

a habit of checking the vicinity of the villa to ensure her safety. Today's events felt remarkably coincidental as if

getting chilly. Let's head inside," Roscoe

out

back, uttering,

door boasted an antiquated lock,

third brick in the corner of

the charm of a traditional, vintage home, complete with a courtyard adorned with ginkgo trees and a serene

residence where

Nicole's grandparents passed away early, and Jarrod remained unaware

a family crisis, Wesson sold this

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

Roscoe illuminated the courtyard, everything within

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

with the wound

Nicole said. She was thoroughly coated in dirt from head to

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

over and nursing a wound on her arm,

cautious not

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

her grandparents’ bedrooms were located downstairs, with two bedrooms reserved upstairs for the convenience of Wesson, Dora,

the memories of

taken aback by what she found. The wardrobe overflowed

wooden door emitted a faint

hand casually tucked into his pocket. His towering

astonishment,

something fitting for you, I made the purchase."

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

spanning from a few thousand

securing of those documents, leaving her in high

"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

that. I have the skills

selflessness, always prioritizing Austin's well-being