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.

not to mind them,

to finish her sentence when the door

be here any

to deliver the

attention to her protests, pulling her further into the room. He instructed, "The lingerie is on the bed in the next room. Get changed now. No matter what, you need to get this done. Don't worry about the money. I'll

"What?"

hurry up and

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

might belong to them, she quietly set

with an outdoor karaoke area and a lavish bedroom

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

Open it! Help! How could you shut me in like this? Samantha pounded

sank in. Shouting was pointless. No one would hear her. Instead, she decided

kidnapped? The thought sent

problem. Employees were required to surrender their phones at the start of

was the cold air from the air conditioner

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

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

was nearly six feet five inches tall. His solid, muscular build pressed against her shoulders, sending a dull ache through them. But with his body slumped

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

couldn't move at all. Despite his lean appearance, it felt as though he weighed at least 300 to 400 pounds, nearly crushing

stand on your own?"

"So hot..." he muttered.

air conditioning is turned up too high. Please hold on while I contact my colleagues

suddenly leaned in, wrapping an arm around

his heartbeat. It was perfectly in sync with

pull away. "Let go of

the soft cashmere carpet. It was only then that

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