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

through the traffic,

into the middle of the road, waving to signal the motorcyclist

motorcyclist pulled up in front

out? Lend me your bike!" Connor

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

sized up

was dressed sharply in his suit, and scoffed. "Dude, are you kidding? Do you know how much my bike costs? Not

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

was tempted by the offer.

no more time. I'll pay

of silence, the

said, clutching

account details!" Connor said

than a minute, a

number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed the keys to Connor and took off his

Logan,