Halsey looked at the motorcycle.


    Thinking she was unsure, Dwight exined, "The motorcycle is faster. No traffic to deal with."


    Halsey shed him a yful smile. "This bike is so cool! I''ve never ridden one before."


    Dwight had assumed that someone like Halsey, used to luxury cars, wouldn''t be interested in a motorcycle, but it seemed he had been wrong.


    He quickly put on his helmet, then urged her, "Hurry up and get on."


    Halsey swiftly ced the helmet on her head. Time was critical now; they had to save Wendy.


    "Ready?" Dwight asked.


    She nodded, and Dwight effortlessly swung his long legs over the bike, tossing his ck jacket to her. "Put this on. It''s cold on a bike."


    Halsey felt a warmth spread in her chest as she caught the jacket and slipped it on. She climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, settling herself behind Dwight..


    Dwight twisted the throttle, and the bike roared to life, speeding off with a rush.


    It was Halsey''s first time on a motorcycle, and she gripped Dwight''s waist tightly with both hands, her body pressed against him like a small ko.


    "How did you figure out which hospital they went to?" she asked, her curiosity evident as she leaned in close behind him.


    Dwight responded, his voice calm, "I saw the club they used. It was made in Cruisnd. The kidnappers were probably hired by someone with a lot of money. Of the three shady hospitals in Hovendale, the most powerful one is likely their first choice."


    Halsey''s admiration for Dwight grew with every word. It seemed like there was nothing he couldn''t figure out.


    She grinned. "You''re amazing."


    She clung to him, still in awe of his sharp mind. Dwight''s lips curled up slightly in a half-smile.


    But then, as he felt her body press even closer to his, he became aware of just how tightly she was holding on, especially with her soft curves pressing against him. It almost felt like she was molding herself into him.


    Trying to stayposed, Dwight subtly shifted forward in an attempt to put some distance between them.


    However, the moment he moved, Halsey stuck to him even more, her grip tightening. She felt safer this way.


    "Don''t move, Dwight. I want to stay close to you, or I''ll be scared," she murmured.


    Dwight remained still, not wanting to argue.


    As the night worean, the modified motorcycle weaved through the bustling city streets, the young man and woman on it bing the most eye-catching sight in the crowd.


    Soon, the motorcycle pulled up in front of a hospital. Dwight dismounted and said, "Let''s


    go."


    Halsey took off her helmet and, eager to get off the bike, tried to climb down. But the motorcycle was too high for her. She spread her arms wide. "Help me down!"


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    Dwight gave her a quick look before reaching up to support er under the arms, lifting her down gently.


    With his eyes on the ground, he muttered, "Let''s hurry inside."


    "Okay," Halsey responded, her voice eager.


    She quickly ran alongside Dwight, her small hand reaching for his. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his, and Dwight paused for a moment, surprised by the warmth and firmness of her grip. He instinctively wanted to pull


    away.


    But Halsey''s hand tightened, refusing to let go.


    Dwight gave up, focusing on finding Wendy as quickly as possible.


    When they reached the door to the operating room, Dwight noticed a few tough- looking men dressed in ck standing guard.


    The men stood alert and immediately saw Dwight, rising to their feet.


    "Who are you?" one of them demanded.


    Halsey''s eyes lit up with recognition. "We''re in the right ce. These must be the ones who kidnapped Wendy! She''s definitely inside the operating room,"


    One of the men in ck sneered. "This isn''t any of your business. Get out of here, and maybe we''ll let you live."