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.

black suits stood guard at the entrance. Trying her best not to mind them, she knocked on

when the

be

to deliver

"The lingerie is on the bed in the

"What?"

hurry up

the man quickly left the private room, leaving Samantha confused and alone. She couldn't understand what was going on.

them, she

room was a spacious suite, complete with an

setting down the bottle, she turned to leave, only to realize that the door had been locked from the outside. Panic

locked? Open it! Help! How could you shut me in like this? Samantha pounded on the door desperately, but there

Shouting was pointless. No one would hear her. Instead, she decided to conserve her energy and focus on finding a

thought sent a chill

their phones at the start of their

lingered in the room, making her lightheaded. She wasn't sure if it was the cold air from the air

room door swung open. Samantha sprang to her feet, desperate to leave. "I'm a server

figure stumbled into the room. As she rushed forward, the

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

door. "Hey! I'm still in

but he was too heavy. She couldn't move at all. Despite his lean appearance, it felt as though he weighed at least 300 to 400 pounds, nearly crushing her under his

stand on your

"So hot..." he muttered.

hold on while I contact my colleagues to adjust the

The man suddenly leaned in, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her

could feel his intense warmth and the strong rhythm of his heartbeat. It was perfectly in sync with her own racing pulse. She had never been this close to a man before, and

tried to pull away. "Let go of

she struggled, throwing them both off balance. They tumbled onto the soft

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 touch of