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 from

around and saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing

into the middle of the road, waving to signal the

the motorcyclist pulled

your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get to

accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to

sized

"Dude, are you kidding? Do you know

double the price for

eyes widened. He was tempted

no more time. I'll pay right

a few seconds of silence, the

said, clutching the keys

details!" Connor said

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

bike is yours! Leave your number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed

glanced at Logan, and told the motorcyclist, "Handle the paperwork