Her Tears Are His Weakness

Chapter 1

"You're 28 and still not thinking about marriage?"

"It's boring. Not my thing."

"Then what interests you?"

Leonardo Garrett lounged on the leather couch, idly twisting his black rosary beads. "If I have to get married, I'd rather take a vow of celibacy."

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"If you have nothing else to say, I'm leaving," Leonardo said as he stood. "Try talking less and sleeping more. And don't get too emotional as you age. It might help you live longer."

With that, he walked out without a second thought.

Adrian Garrett trembled with rage. Frustrated, he declared, "I need to find him a partner today!"

...

"Send a bottle of Remy Martin XO to Room 21."

The noise in the bar was so loud that Samantha Newton couldn't hear clearly. Was that one or 21?

She raised her voice to ask, "What's the room number?"

Too preoccupied to respond properly, the woman shot her an irritated look and snapped, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up! The customer needs it urgently. If you're late, it'll be docked from your pay!"

"On it!" Samantha quickly grabbed the bottle and rushed off.

A year ago, the Newton family reunited with their biological daughter, uncovering the truth that Samantha was not their own by blood. After a series of unfortunate events, they kicked her out, leaving her broke and alone.

All the money she earned went toward her living expenses and tuition. Without this job, she would struggle to afford food and continue her education.

The choice was simply between two private rooms. Worst-case scenario, she'd have to make an extra trip. Ultimately, she decided to check Room One first.

her best not to mind them, she knocked on the door softly. "Excuse me,

her sentence when the door swung

be

to

pulling her further into the room. He instructed, "The lingerie is on the bed in the next room.

"What?"

hurry up and get

quickly left the private room, leaving Samantha confused and alone. She couldn't understand what was going on. She had only come to deliver a bottle of

she quietly set the bottle

suite, complete with an outdoor karaoke area

to realize that the door had been locked from the outside. Panic set in

could you shut me in like this? Samantha pounded on the door desperately,

No one would hear her. Instead, she

she been kidnapped? The thought sent a chill

needed help, but there was a problem. Employees were required to surrender their phones at the start of their shifts. With no way to contact anyone, she was completely

her lightheaded. She wasn't sure if it was the cold air

the private room door swung open. Samantha sprang to her feet, desperate to leave. "I'm a server here. You can't lock

stumbled into the room. As she rushed forward,

sending a dull ache through them. But with his body slumped against her, she couldn't

still

away, but he was too heavy. She couldn't move at all. Despite his lean appearance, it felt as

can you stand on your

"So hot..." he muttered.

high. Please hold on while I contact

leaned in, wrapping an arm

his intense warmth and the strong rhythm of his heartbeat. It was perfectly in sync with her own

she tried to pull away. "Let go

They tumbled onto the soft cashmere carpet. It was only then that Samantha finally got a

skin. Sharp, refined features. Deep-set eyes framed by strikingly thick eyebrows. He looked as if he had been meticulously sculpted to perfection. A small mole at the corner of his eye added a