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

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

up! He'll be here

just here to deliver the bottle

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 compensate you

"What?"

Just hurry up and

the private room, leaving Samantha confused and alone. She

them, she quietly

room was a spacious suite, complete with an outdoor karaoke area and a

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

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

No one would hear her.

kidnapped? The thought sent a

at the start of

her lightheaded. She wasn't sure if it was the cold air from the air conditioner or something else, but she found it a bit difficult

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

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

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

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

struggled desperately to push the man away, 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

you stand on your own?"

"So hot..." he muttered.

Please hold on while I contact my colleagues

smell amazing..." The man suddenly leaned in, wrapping an arm around her waist

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

pull away. "Let go of

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

features. Deep-set eyes framed by strikingly thick eyebrows. He looked as if he had been