Her Tears Are His Weakness

Chapter 13

Leonardo's invitation gave Samantha a way out, sparing her from standing there awkwardly like a fool. She quickly took a seat beside him.

He didn't give her any instructions, but Samantha wasn't completely oblivious. After glancing around, she grabbed the most expensive wine and poured a drink into the empty glass in front of him.

Technically, they had been here for a while. Yet, to her surprise, Leonardo's glass had remained untouched. His glass never filled in the first place. There wasn't even a trace of liquor on the glass walls.

Once she finished pouring, Leonardo picked up the glass and took a sip, accepting her gesture without hesitation.

"So that's how it is, huh? If she's not the one pouring, you won't even drink, right?" Wesley teased. "What, does the wine taste better when she pours it?"

Amused by the thought, he couldn't help but grow curious. "How about you pour one for me too?"

As a waitress, Samantha had no reason to refuse. She was just about to get up and pour when Leonardo stopped her. "Don't bother with him."

Samantha pursed her lips together, feeling awkward. Was it really okay to ignore Wesley like that? He was an important guest too.

Fortunately, Wesley didn't seem offended. He just laughed and waved it off. "Fine, fine. As long as you take care of Leonardo, a nobody like me can handle myself. You don't have to serve me."

His tone had a hint of sarcasm, but there was no malice behind it.

Leaning back, Wesley remarked, "That woman's done for. Of all the things she could've done, she had to play petty tricks. Now that she's offended Leonardo, no club will dare hire her. She'll be lucky if she can scrape by doing temp work at some rundown factory."

Samantha needed to be even more careful from now on because she knew she would face serious consequences if she messed up with Leonardo.

The room soon returned to its relaxed, carefree atmosphere. At least, that was the case until Leonardo spoke.

"Samantha?"

"Yes," Samantha answered as she nodded obediently.

"To be honest, that was the first time a woman has ever bought me food."

"What?"

glanced down, thinking about yesterday's events. He couldn't possibly know

supper... Thanks for

entire body stiffened, but she forced herself to feign confusion. Still, the way her fingers tightened

took me out supper, wasn't it? We just met, and

head down, silent. She had no idea how Leonardo had figured it out. She had kept

thoughts, Leonardo spoke again. "When you came to

Layla. So, it was her

any longer would be rude, so Samantha quickly replied, "I didn't say anything back then. Besides, I'm on the job, and professionalism means keeping a proper distance from

she was

related to the club that night. Technically, she hadn't lied. She had just chosen to keep her mouth

have misunderstood." Leonardo was more than happy to let

as a cautionary

to her surprise, Leonardo didn't seem to care. In fact, he

pretty good mood, as if

there really something worth being happy

asked, "How did you figure out that person wasn't

Samantha was speechless.

If Leonardo's instincts were really that sharp, how could

obviously just talking

the issue. Nothing was more practical than pouring him more of that ridiculously expensive liquor and securing herself

kicked out in disgrace, looking completely miserable. Standing at the entrance of the club,

now, getting the money was her top priority. Without it,

her phone, she

connected, Xenia cut straight to the point before Layla could even speak. "I want two million dollars

million is

But you? You've barely begun to enjoy your luxurious

"You"

out, but in the end, she held back. If she wanted to

said. "I'll get you the money as soon

If you don't keep a close eye on your sugar daddy, he's going to

to rile Layla up, eager to watch the so-called best friends turn on