Her tears are his weakness novel

"Why are you smiling because of a medical report?" Leonardo's voice cut through the air.

Samantha grinned as she tucked the report away. "I just found out that I'm healthy. Can't I be happy about that?"

"You're only in your twenties. What kind of illness could you even get?" Leonardo continued to inquire.

Samantha checked the time on her phone. "It's close to noon. I have a class later; I need to head back to school."

"I'll grab lunch before that."

"Perfect. I was just about to have lunch myself. Shall we eat together?" Samantha asked, though she already sensed his reluctance.

"Then never mind. It's much more convenient for me to eat at school," she replied.

Samantha felt slightly disappointed. She knew she was completely at his mercy, but she tried to resist the urge to linger.

"My class is at . We'll make it in time," she assured him.

With that, he quickened his pace, suggesting they eat somewhere nearby. After a short while, they arrived at their chosen spot. It was decorated beautifully, with elegant corridors draped in green plants, brimming with the essence of springtime. They walked through the serene courtyard, eventually arriving at a private room with floor-to-ceiling windows. Samantha noticed there were barely any patrons walking by. She wondered if this place was truly a restaurant at all.

She couldn't help but feel as though she were experiencing something extraordinary. Leonardo handed her the menu.

"You can order," he said.

Samantha hesitated. The dishes looked impossibly exquisite, and there were no prices listed. She quickly handed the menu back to him. "I don't really know what's good here."

"Maybe you should order whatever you want," he suggested.

Clearly, Leonardo had underestimated her. Without any hesitation, Samantha declared, "I'll have the grilled pork belly, barbecued pork ribs, stuffed eggplant parmesan, soft-shell crab, garlic butter shrimp scampi, and a creamy corn chowder with smoked bacon."

"Oh, and for dessert, we must have the panna cotta!"

Leonardo raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you can finish all that?"

Samantha smirked. "If you don't, I'll pry your mouth open and feed it to you."

Leonardo chuckled, but Samantha's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "That’s brutal."

"Got it. I promise I won't waste a single bite," she replied with determination.

It wasn't long before the food arrived. The presentation was stunning, and Samantha couldn't help but revel in anticipation. She realized that the rich truly knew how to enjoy life. Just as she was about to dig in, Leonardo's constant reminders about her appetite echoed in her mind. So, she picked up a piece of grilled pork and placed it on his plate.

"I don't use this cutlery; it's clean!" he protested, his bright smile revealing an oddly indecisive demeanor.

He picked up the piece of meat and took a bite. "I knew it! I like good food."

As they waited, Samantha found herself indulging, thoroughly enjoying her meal. Leonardo had two servings, while Samantha had slightly more than he did. He was astonished by her appetite as he watched her. He thought to himself that having her around was a blessing, and Samantha embodied joy.

Just then, a sweet, feminine voice interrupted their conversation.