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.

played across Roscoe's youthful features, as though

when Nicole failed to appear, Roscoe had tirelessly searched for her. After countless inquiries, he eventually uncovered the truth. Nicole had

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 if he had harbored a premonition in his heart, his thoughts persistently drawn to her. Thankfully, his arrival

chilly. Let's head

instinctively reached out to embrace

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

an antiquated lock, requiring

from beneath the third brick in the corner of the

the ambiance resonated with the charm of a traditional, vintage home,

residence where Nicole's

away early, and Jarrod remained

a family crisis, Wesson

who purchased it. At that time, Roscoe, in his early twenties, relied

the courtyard, everything within appeared

tended to Nicole's wound, caused by the bottle cap. As the injury was on her

the wound

to take a shower," Nicole said. She was thoroughly

fall from the motorcycle, her specially crafted leather jacket

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

not to

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

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

the room that once held the memories of her

wardrobe, she was taken aback by what she found. The wardrobe overflowed with garments, each pristine with

emitted a faint creak as it

spotted Roscoe reclining against the door frame, his hand casually tucked

registering her astonishment,

you, I made the

luxury brands, ranging in value from tens

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

her triumphant securing of those documents, leaving her in high spirits. Or

relief that washed 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

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

prioritizing