The delivery man seemed caught off guard by the abrupt attitude of the person who opened the door. His expression froze instantly.
He forgot the words he was going to say, holding the plastic bag in his hand, staring at Amelia, trying to intimidate her.
Amelia glanced over his sharp, high cheekbones and the hostile expression he struggled to conceal. Despite his attempts to appear professional, his sinister face couldn’t be hidden.
“I’ll be more careful next time,” the delivery man muttered, raising his hand. “Milk tea, ordered by Mr. Alan.”
“There’s no Mr. Alan here,” Amelia said indifferently, eyeing him. “Want to come in and take a look?”
It seemed like that was exactly what the delivery man had been waiting for. His wet shoes stepped inside the door.
He lowered his head, his eyes
