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 tu