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

around and saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the jammed cars and heading in

hope flashed in Connor's eyes. He quickly stepped into

the motorcyclist pulled

your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently. "We

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

motorcyclist sized up

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

Ninja H2. I'll pay double the price

He was tempted by the

I'll pay

of silence, the motorcyclist

first!" he said, clutching

your account details!" Connor said

than a minute, a bank message confirmed a transfer of

your number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said,

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