A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Critical condition..." Camila turned her head like a puppet, muttering under her breath.

Connor's heart clenched. He gripped her hand tightly. "It's going to be okay. Dr. Tom will be here soon."

"We need to get out and walk to a clearer area to catch a cab!" Connor said with determination.

"Okay."

Connor couldn't tell if Camila was nodding or just shivering.

Logan was anxiously checking the GPS, constantly zooming in on the map.

"It's jammed for about a mile or two," he said, frowning helplessly.

Connor couldn't wait any longer. He swiftly opened the car door, circled the car, and came to Camila's side. Gently, he helped her out of the car, letting her lean on him.

Camila's legs were weak, and only with Connor's support could she barely stand.

Logan followed them out of the car, looking around worriedly. There were no shortcuts nearby.

Vroom, vroom, vroom-

of a vehicle approached

the traffic, bypassing

in Connor's eyes. He quickly stepped into the middle of the road,

down, the motorcyclist pulled up in front

Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get to the

that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn't ridden one since, nor did he even like

sized up

you kidding? Do you know how much my bike costs? Not just anyone can ride

H2. I'll pay double the price for it!"

eyes widened. He was tempted by the offer. "Double?"

no more time. I'll pay right now!" Connor

a few seconds of silence,

the money first!" he said, clutching the

your account details!"

less than

is yours! Leave your number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and

Logan, and told the