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

skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the jammed cars and heading in their

into the middle

pulled

Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get

his ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn't ridden one

sized up

scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do you know

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

widened. He was tempted by the

time. I'll pay right now!" Connor

few seconds of silence,

first!" he said, clutching the keys

details!" Connor said

his account information, and in less than

motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys

the keys and helmet, glanced at Logan, and told the motorcyclist, "Handle the