Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 238

"No need."

"I'm just giving you a ride back; I'm not going to bite. Come on. Let's go."

Ethan reached out, grabbed Layla's wrist, and took her down to the underground garage using the elevator.

The place he lived in now was a high-end neighborhood too. Originally, he'd only planned to live alone, so he'd bought a one-bedroom apartment a bit over 1076 square feet and decorated it entirely to his own taste.

He hadn't considered anything beyond that. Looking back now, it didn't feel so practical anymore.

In the car, neither of them spoke. It was as if they had just had a huge fight—but somehow, now they could sit side by side in silence without a problem.

Layla had already finished crying, and her emotions had mostly settled.

Bits and pieces of the night before were coming back to her, and the clearer the picture became, the more she regretted everything.

Why had she done something so stupid?

Maybe it was the alcohol. Or perhaps it was something buried deeper—something in her subconscious.

The car pulled up outside her condominium complex.

Ethan reached for his seatbelt, but she stopped him. "It's fine. I'll go up on my own."

"Okay. Be careful."

"Got it."

Layla nodded and stepped out, legs weak and unsteady. Last night's indulgence had clearly taken its toll. As she walked away, she couldn't help but grumble internally—he really was a hopelessly inexperienced romantic. He had been so damn intense last night.

When she got back to her place, she noticed Samantha wasn't home.

That was strange—Samantha loved sleeping in, and this was usually her prime nap time.

So, where had she gone last night?

Layla didn't believe for a second that Samantha would just ditch her for no reason. Worried, she grabbed her phone to check in—and saw several messages waiting for her.

Samantha had texted, asking, "Did Dr. Reed get you home safe last night?

"Layla? Are you there?"