Chapter 118

Lisa Manoban had money. A lot of it.

The kind of money where she didn’t need to check price tags, didn’t need to work overtime, and definitely didn’t need to ride a motorcycle under the scorching sun delivering food to strangers.

And yet… here she was.

Wearing a slightly oversized delivery jacket, helmet strapped on, phone mounted on her bike, nervously staring at the app like it might explode.

“Okay… this is easy,” she muttered to herself. “Pick up food. Deliver food. Smile. Leave. Easy.”

Except it wasn’t.

Because Lisa Manoban—CEO, business mogul, feared in boardrooms and admired in magazines—had somehow decided at 9 a.m. that she wanted to “experience normal life.”

And what better way to do that than… being a delivery rider?

Her employees would pass out if they saw her.

Jennie would—

Lisa paused mid-thought, her lips curling into a mischievous grin.

“Oh,” she whispered. “Even better.”

Because Jennie Kim, her elegant, effortlessly intimidating CEO wife, had no idea.

—

Jennie was having a long day.

Meetings back-to-back, emails piling up, and a headache forming right behind her eyes. She leaned back in her office chair, rubbing her temples.

“I need food,” she sighed.

Naturally, she opened her app and ordered her usual comfort meal—something she always craved on stressful days.

She didn’t even think twice.

Why would she?

She certainly didn’t expect her wife to be on the other end of that order.

—

Back at the restaurant, Lisa was vibrating with excitement.

“This is it,” she whispered dramatically as she picked up the neatly packed food. “My first delivery.”

She double-checked the receipt.

Then froze.

“Wait… what?”

Her eyes widened.

The name.

The address.

“…Jennie?”

A slow, delighted grin spread across her face.

“No way.”

She looked up at the sky like the universe itself had set this up.

“Okay, that’s fate,” she decided. “I’m definitely doing this one.”

—

Thirty minutes later, Jennie was mid-meeting when her phone buzzed.

“Your order has arrived.”

She blinked.

“That was fast.”

Her assistant peeked in. “Ma’am, your delivery is here.”

Jennie nodded. “Alright, give me a minute.”

She stepped out of the meeting room, heels clicking against the floor, completely unaware that her entire world was about to tilt.

—

Outside the office building, Lisa sat on her bike, trying—failing—to look like a normal delivery rider.

She adjusted her helmet again.

“Act natural,” she told herself.

Which was hard when she was literally waiting for her own wife to come out.

The glass doors opened.

And there she was.

Jennie.

Elegant as ever, dressed in a fitted blazer, hair perfectly styled, aura screaming “CEO energy.”

Lisa almost forgot how to breathe.

“Wow,” she mumbled under her helmet. “My wife is so hot.”

Jennie stepped closer, glancing at the rider.

“Delivery?” she asked, voice calm.

Lisa nodded quickly, lowering her voice slightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

Jennie frowned a little.

That voice…

It felt familiar.

Too familiar.

She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing as she studied the rider more closely.

Lisa panicked internally.

Don’t recognize me. Don’t recognize me. Don’t—

“Can you remove your helmet?” Jennie asked.

Lisa froze.

“…Why?”

Jennie crossed her arms.

“I just want to confirm something.”

Lisa swallowed.

There was no escaping now.

Slowly—very slowly—she reached up and removed her helmet.

And there it was.

Her face.

Bright, slightly sweaty, and wearing the most guilty smile ever.

Jennie blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“…Lisa?”

Lisa gave a small wave.

“Hi, love.”

Silence.

Complete, absolute silence.

Jennie just stared at her like her brain had completely stopped functioning.

“…What.”

Lisa held up the food bag.

“Your order?”

Jennie didn’t take it.

She didn’t move.

She just stared.

“…Why are you a delivery rider.”

Lisa scratched the back of her neck, suddenly sheepish.

“I wanted to try something new?”

Jennie blinked again.

“…You’re a CEO.”

“I know.”

“You own three companies.”

“I know.”

“You have employees who literally panic when you walk into a room.”

Lisa nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And today,” Jennie continued slowly, “you decided to deliver food.”

“…Yes.”

Another pause.

Jennie looked at the bag.

Then at Lisa.

Then back at the bag.

“…Did you ride here?”

Lisa pointed at her motorcycle proudly. “Yep.”

Jennie closed her eyes for a second, processing.

When she opened them again, there was a mix of disbelief, amusement, and something dangerously soft.

“You’re insane,” she said.

Lisa beamed.

“But you love me.”

Jennie sighed.

“…Unfortunately, yes.”

Finally, she took the food—but instead of walking away, she grabbed Lisa’s wrist.

“Come inside.”

Lisa blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re not leaving after doing all that,” Jennie said. “You’re eating with me.”

Lisa’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Really?”

Jennie rolled her eyes, already pulling her along.

“Yes, really. And you’re explaining everything.”

Lisa happily followed, helmet dangling from her hand.

“Okay, but can I say something first?”

Jennie glanced at her.

“What.”

Lisa grinned.

“I delivered your favorite food. That makes me the best delivery rider ever.”

Jennie scoffed—but there was a small smile forming.

“You’re the only delivery rider who owns half the city.”

Lisa leaned closer, voice playful.

“Still counts.”

Jennie shook her head, but her grip on Lisa’s hand tightened just a little.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered.

But her lips betrayed her.

Because she was smiling.

And honestly?

She wouldn’t trade this ridiculous, chaotic, lovable woman for anything.