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-

sound of a vehicle approached

saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the jammed

glimmer of hope flashed in Connor's eyes. He quickly stepped into the middle

the motorcyclist pulled up in front

Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get to the

believing his ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion

motorcyclist sized up

in his suit, and scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do you know how

H2. I'll pay double

eyes widened. He was tempted by the

time. I'll

a few seconds of silence, the motorcyclist

the money first!" he said, clutching the keys

account details!" Connor

in less than a minute, a bank message confirmed a transfer

paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and took

keys and helmet, glanced at Logan, and