Landon Lockwood's fingers immediately tightened, holding her firmly.
She leveraged herself out of the car, her toes touching the ground.
The hem of her white dress fluttered in the wind and swayed gently as it landed.
She walked briskly toward the man.
Her gaze was always on Landon Lockwood, a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes.
Landon Lockwood wrapped one arm around her waist, gently lifting her onto the motorcycle.
His movements were decisive and efficient, his left hand securely supporting her side, while his right hand deftly lifted her up.
Cora Lowell let out a light "ah" and instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist.
In the next second, she was sitting steadily on the back seat of the motorcycle, her arms around his waist.
Hayden Croft glared at the row of luxury cars around him, seething with anger.
He watched helplessly as she was taken away, powerless to stop it.
He punched the steering wheel, growling through clenched teeth.
