Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 239

The breakfast spread on the table had been prepared by a professional chef, but Leonardo couldn't care less. His eyes were locked on the bowl of soup in Samantha's hands.

"Is that for Layla?"

"Yup," Samantha responded without even looking up, fully focused on pouring the soup into the thermal container.

She didn't notice the shift in Leonardo's expression until his soft voice drifted over.

"You've never made it for me."

That finally got her attention. She looked up at the sulking man across the table. "I've never seen you drunk before..."

"Can't I drink it on regular days?"

Samantha picked up on his not-so-subtle hint. "Do you want a bowl?"

Leonardo looked almost reluctant, as if he were being forced into it. "Sure. I'll try some."

Samantha was speechless. One would think she was holding him at knifepoint or something. Then again, considering the pile of stuff he brought home for her yesterday—all of it just for her—giving him a bowl of soup was the least she could do.

She turned back to the kitchen, ladled out a bowl, and placed it before him.

"Mr. Garrett, your soup."

He shot her a look. "Lose the sarcasm."

She wasn't being sarcastic. That was her being respectful.

Leonardo pushed aside his coffee and replaced it with soup. He took a sip and barely had time to react before Samantha leaned in excitedly.

"How is it?"

It was her first attempt at making a hangover remedy. It involved just vegetable broth, a bit of salt, and seasoning—simple and straightforward.

Leonardo swallowed the spoonful without flinching and casually popped a piece of fruit into his mouth.

"It's good."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Samantha lit up, her eyes practically sparkling. She hadn't expected it to turn out so well on the first try. Maybe she was a natural in the kitchen?

Leonardo glanced at her. "Gary is downstairs. He'll drive you."

"What about you?"