Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 152

Samantha had no idea how she had gone from asking for money to suddenly working out. She had changed into a pink sports tank top and white sweatpants.

Meanwhile, Leonardo was dressed simply in a long white tank top and black gym shorts. The defined lines of his muscles showed faintly beneath the fabric, exuding a powerful sense of raw masculinity.

She followed him through some basic stretches, feeling like she had just hired a personal trainer at the last minute.

Once the stretches were done, she watched in disbelief as Leonardo handed her two heavy barbells. The sense of grievance she felt was overwhelming.

"I can't lift this," she said.

"I'll help you."

He moved behind her, taking hold of her arms and guiding her slowly into a squat. "Don't rush. Take your time. Focus on your breathing."

"Mm."

The barbells were so heavy that Samantha seriously thought her arm would have snapped on the spot if he hadn't held it steady for her.

As she squatted down, her body trembled slightly, out of instinct more than anything else.

He moved in close behind her, his chest almost brushing against her back. His low, magnetic voice carried a hint of amusement as he said, "Looks like you don't work out much."

His words were a bit insulting.

If she really pushed herself, she could outdo many people. She just wasn't the type to rely on brute strength.

Although Samantha appeared delicate, she had a competitive spirit and always pushed herself to be the best in her field.

"I just don't work out regularly," she shot back. "But when I do, I'm good."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Of course," she replied confidently.

But soon, her confidence was crushed under Leonardo's relentless training.

He had her do a variety of exercises, more intense than anything she had ever experienced. She was drenched in sweat and was utterly exhausted.

"Do you want to keep going?" he asked.

At that moment, she felt like he was a demon, asking if she still wanted to live.

…

Samantha returned to her room, showered, and changed into her pajamas before lying on the bed. She realized that lying down after a workout felt so much more relaxing than usual.

After a while, she got up, intending to gather her worn clothes and toss them into the washing machine. She was the only one in the house who actually used it. Leonardo's custom-tailored suits were always picked up, professionally cleaned, and delivered back.

Before she moved in, the washing machine was a decorative piece. So, when she first used it, she found the user manual still inside the drum.

As she tossed her clothes in, two tickets fell out of the pocket of her jacket. They were for her final stage play, given to students who were performing so they could invite their families.

However, she didn't have any family.

The only person she could think of was Layla and the other ticket…

Samantha thought of Leonardo.

She bit her lip, feeling conflicted. Leonardo was so busy. There was no way he would have time to see her final stage play.

Right?