The Delivery at the Wrong Door

Summary

Because my son was sick, I was running food delivery in the middle of the night just to make money.

I took an express order for condoms to Tomson Riviera.

When I opened the door, the homeowner turned out to be my ex-wife, the woman I’d divorced five years ago.

I froze.

But I still forced out a professional smile and handed over the item in my hand.

“Your food delivery is here. Please leave me a good review.”

Claire Morgan’s expression was complicated.

Behind her, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. The real heir, Ryan Brooks, said softly,

“I ordered it.”