All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Sienna~“We need to get her to the hospital,” Lucas said urgently, his voice shaking as he scooped her up in his arms.“I’ll drive,” I said immediately, my own fear pushing me into action.Lucas was already running toward the car, his steps frantic and uneven as Harper’s tiny frame lay limp against his chest. Lydia trailed behind us, her hands shaking and her face as pale as a ghost.As we reached Lucas’s car, he froze, fumbling awkwardly with one hand as he tried to dig into his pocket for the keys while still holding Harper tightly. His breathing was erratic, and his movements were clumsy, his fear and desperation evident.“Damn it!” he growled, his voice breaking as he finally pulled the key out and thrust it toward me. “Here—take it!”I grabbed the key from his trembling hand, my fingers brushing his for a brief second. “Get in the car,” I said quickly, my voice steady despite the panic coursing through me.Lucas didn’t hesitate. He rushed to the passenger side, cradling Harper c

~Sienna~I ignored her and turned to Lucas who's already in his way out of the hospital, his steps unsteady, his body slumped like the weight of the world was pressing down on him.I rushed after him, catching up as he staggered toward the car.“Lucas,” I said softly, wrapping an arm around his to steady him.We climbed into the car, and I settled into the driver’s seat, my hands shaking as I gripped the steering wheel. “Where to?” I asked softly, my voice cutting through the heavy silence as I turned the key in the ignition.Lucas didn’t answer. He just stared out the window, his gaze unfocused, lost somewhere far . His demeanor, usually so sharp and composed, was now weighed down by exhaustion and grief.I swallowed hard, glancing at him again, hoping for a sign, a word, anything. But he stayed quiet, his hands limp in his lap, his shoulders slouched like the weight of the world had settled there and refused to leave.Unsure of where to go, I began driving, the hum of the car engi

~Lucas~I arrived at the mansion as fast as I could, everywhere quieter than usual.The staff moved about in hushed tones, their usual chatter replaced by an uneasy silence. The air felt heavier today, pressing down on me as I made my way to my father’s study.When I opened the door, I found him seated in his favorite armchair by the window. A blanket was draped over his lap, its edges trailing onto the titled floor, and a leather-bound book rested in his hands.The room smelled faintly of aged paper and the faintest hint of cologne, though weaker than usual. He looked frailer than I remembered, his pale skin almost translucent in the gray light streaming through the curtains.His hands trembled slightly as he turned the page, the movement so subtle and weak.I froze in the doorway. He’s not supposed to look this sick, I thought, my stomach twisting into a knot.It’s only been three months since his diagnosis—three months into the six months timeline we’d been given—and yet he looked

~Lucas~We dragged Griffin out of the hospital, his shuffling feet barely keeping up with Derrick and the guards holding him on either side.The hospital security tried to intervene, their voices sharp as they demanded to know what was going on.But Griffin raised a hand, his voice shaky and resigned.“It’s alright,” he said weakly. “I’m going on my own accord.”That seemed to settle the commotion, and we quickly moved through the entrance, stepping into the evening light. The golden glow of the setting sun spilled over the parking lot, painting everything in an orange glow.The air was cooling, but the tension was palpable.We shoved Griffin into the back seat of the car, Derrick sliding in beside him while I got into the passenger seat. One of the guards slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away, the hum of the engine breaking the silence as we left the hospital behind, the convoy of guards tailing us.“We can’t take him home,” I said suddenly, my voice cutting through the stillne

~Sienna~I spent the whole of yesterday—and half of today—thinking about everything: Lucas, Lydia, Harper, Grant, and their tangled, dangerous web of lies and schemes.The weight of it all pressed on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Lucas was surrounded by enemies, people who would stop at nothing to destroy him. The thought terrified me. He was fighting battles on all sides, and I hadn’t heard from him since yesterday.I kept telling myself he was fine, that Lucas was resourceful and strong, but doubt clung to me like a shadow. I just prayed he would expose Grant and Clarke’s scheme soon, for his sake—and mine.I dabbed the red lipstick across my lips, carefully perfecting the lines as I leaned closer to the mirror. My hair was tied into a sleek, elegant updo that framed my face, with soft strands left loose to soften the look. My heart fluttered with nervous energy as I stepped back to examine myself in the full-length mirror.I was wearing a stunning black satin gown that hugg