Her Tears Are His Weakness novel Chapter 236

At the moment, Leonardo was watching the surveillance footage on his computer.

The camera had been installed in the hallway, and since the door had been left open that day, it captured part of what happened inside.

In the video, a sharp sound rang out—it was the sound of a glass shattering on the floor.

Moments later, Samantha stepped out of the room, clutching her forehead with one hand while dragging a suitcase with the other. Blood was seeping through her fingers.

Her face was as pale as paper, yet someone was still shoving her around. Yara snatched her bag and dumped everything out onto the floor.

Samantha crouched down with one hand still pressed to her bleeding head, picking up her scattered belongings. Then, she walked out the door, trembling. She looked like she could collapse any second.

Leonardo's jaw tightened. The veins on his temple were bulging, and his hands were clenched into fists.

If Samantha hadn't just been sitting at the coffee table moments ago, drinking peppermint tea like nothing happened, he would've lost it completely.

He closed the footage, his face dark and stormy like a thundercloud.

After a long moment of silence, he picked up his phone and made a call.

...

The next morning, after several days of gloomy weather, it was finally sunny in Jedo.

Soft sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, warm and gentle. Layla shifted her body. The light stung her eyes, disrupting her sleep, so she considered changing her sleeping position.

That was when she noticed something felt off.

Wait a minute… Why did it feel like someone was lying next to her?

She was shocked the moment she opened her eyes.

Ethan?

She had no idea what happened last night. How did it end up like this? She was supposed to be at a nightclub—how did she end up sleeping with Ethan?

She didn't know how long she stayed in there before Ethan knocked gently on the door.

"Layla, are you okay?"

"I..." Her voice caught in her throat. She had to face this eventually, so she finally opened the bathroom door.

Ethan was standing right outside. He was fully dressed, looking serious, eyes filled with guilt and concern.

"I lost control last night. I was too reckless. Are you hurt? I'm really sorry."

Layla was at a total loss. Her ears turned red, though her face remained calm.

"It's fine. It's not my first time. We were drunk—it just happened. You don't have to feel responsible. As a man, you can't tell whether it's someone's first time or not. Let's just pretend it never happened. You can still go on and get married."