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.

shadows played across Roscoe's youthful

since that 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

Roscoe quietly departed, his heart heavy with sadness. Aware of Nicole's

his leisure hours, Roscoe made a habit of checking the vicinity of the villa to ensure her safety. Today's events felt remarkably coincidental as if he had harbored a

Let's head inside," Roscoe

instinctively reached out to

step back,

antiquated lock, requiring a key for

third brick in the corner of

home, complete with a courtyard adorned with ginkgo trees and a serene

residence where Nicole's

early, and Jarrod remained unaware

family crisis, Wesson

in his early twenties, relied on part-time jobs and scholarships to amass sufficient funds. This

illuminated the courtyard,

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

be durable, with the wound not too severe. He then applied disinfectant before carefully bandaging

said. She was thoroughly coated in dirt

impact of the fall from the motorcycle, her specially crafted leather jacket mitigated

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

cautious not to

cautioned in response.

Nicole ascended the stairs.

grandparents’ bedrooms were located downstairs, with two bedrooms reserved

stepped back into the room that once held the memories of her

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

door emitted a faint creak as

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

astonishment, a

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

the garments, each bearing the emblem of luxury brands, ranging in

and shirts sourced from a select niche brand, their prices spanning from a few thousand to tens of

those documents,

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

have the skills to support you and

always prioritizing Austin's well-being