Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 262

How dare Leonardo judge her.

Samantha rolled her eyes as she marched into Leonardo's walk-in closet.

Leonardo's sparse belongings had been consolidated into one corner, making room for her ever-growing collection—including several new designer bags and outfits.

Samantha heard the stereotype about authoritative men hating to shop for women, but Leonardo defied it. No matter where he went, if he saw something he thought would suit her, he'd buy it and bring it back.

She had so much that she couldn't even use it all. Sometimes, she suspected Leonardo saw her as a doll to dress up.

As Samantha reached for her cotton underwear, her fingers brushed against a rack of exotic nightwear so sheer and little cloth.

Samantha recoiled and snatched her cute underwear and trusty cotton sleep set before making a beeline for the bathroom.

Leonardo's bathroom was larger than hers. She ignored the bathtub and went for the shower. A long

soak would only make the barbecue smell cling worse.

Freshly scrubbed, she hovered at the fogged glass door.

The thought of sleeping with Leonardo tonight sent nervous flutters through Samantha's stomach. After prepping herself for a long time, Samantha pushed the door open. "I'm done bathing. Your turn."

Leonardo was lying on the bed, already changed into sleepwear. He was casually reviewing documents on his tablet. At the sound of her voice, he glanced up at her.

"I showered in the next room. Come to bed." He occupied the right side of the bed, leaving the left side for her.

Samantha remembered that the last time she'd accidentally fallen asleep with Leonardo while telling him a story, she'd ended up on the left side of the bed too. And truth be told, she preferred sleeping on the left.

Samantha cautiously climbed onto the expansive bed, the plush surface dipping slightly under her weight. Once settled, she stole a glance at Leonardo, who was still engrossed in the document on his tablet.

His brow furrowed in concentration, his expression so serious it seemed her presence didn't distract him in the slightest.

Maybe she really was overthinking this, Samantha thought. A man like Leonardo—successful, sophisticated—must have seen countless women. He probably hadn't even considered that. All this tension was just in her head.

Samantha shifted to find a more comfortable position, only to accidentally brush against Leonardo's leg.