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.

guard at the entrance. Trying her best not to mind them,

to finish her sentence when the door swung open, and she was yanked

be here

just here to deliver

"The lingerie is on the bed in the next room. Get changed now. No matter what, you need to get

"What?"

hurry up

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

she

spacious suite, complete with an outdoor karaoke area and a lavish

bottle, she turned to leave, only to realize that the door had been locked from the outside. Panic set in as she quickly knocked on

is the door locked? Open it! Help! How could you shut me in like this? Samantha pounded

would hear her. Instead, she decided to

been kidnapped? The thought

problem. Employees were required to surrender their phones at the start of their shifts. With no way to contact anyone,

the cold air from the air conditioner or something else, but she found it a

sprang to her feet, desperate to leave. "I'm a server here.

the room. As she rushed forward, the man collapsed into her

against her shoulders, sending a dull ache through them. But with his body

looked at the door. "Hey! I'm still in here! Wait a minute! Let

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

stand on your

"So hot..." he muttered.

is turned up too high. Please hold on while I contact my colleagues to adjust the

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

of his heartbeat. It was perfectly in sync with her own racing pulse. She had never been this close to a man

pull away. "Let

them both off balance. They tumbled onto the soft cashmere

if he had been meticulously sculpted to perfection. A