Lena’s POV
I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
My heart skipped when I saw who placed the order.
Richard stood in the middle of the spacious living room, dressed in a casual but expensive black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looked up from his phone with a slow, surprised smile that sent a confusing flutter through my chest.
“Lena,” he said, voice smooth and warm. “What a pleasant surprise. I didn’t expect you to be the one delivering tonight.”
I stood there frozen for a second, the delivery bag suddenly feeling heavy in my hands. The apartment was luxurious — modern furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, soft lighting that made everything feel intimate. I hadn’t realized this was one of the Vanguard family properties.
“I… I didn’t know it was you,”
