A Gentle Intruder (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Da Jung’s cheeks were flushed red. Jae Ho wanted to brush that cheek with his hand. He knew it might take quite a while to get her permission—but she was so lovely that, if he could, he’d rather just do it without asking. He wasn’t even sure he could control that impulse himself.
He knew he had to go slowly.
Da Jung must be feeling really confused right now.
“Want to grab a coffee with me?”
His pace just wouldn’t slow down.
“…No. I’m fine.”
“What do you mean, ‘fine’? Why, Miss Yoon Da Jung?”
Her eyes wavered. A soft breeze blew, scattering her hair gently. Jae Ho simply watched Da Jung in silence.
Uncomfortable with the quiet, Da Jung spoke first.
“I don’t usually drink coffee in the morning.”
That couldn’t be right—Da Jae, who’d constantly posted online about how her day couldn’t start without her morning coffee and how she was addicted to it to the point of disaster, was now saying she didn’t drink coffee much?
How could he possibly break through those walls she was so diligently building?
“That’s strange. You should drink coffee in the morning. Do you drink it right before bed, then?”
“No… I just don’t usually…”
“You look like someone who drinks it well.”
“Huh?”
“You drank it just fine yesterday.”
He’d already figured out the meaning behind her distance last night. So that meant Yoon Da Jung was a genuine fan of Lee Jae Ho—not a sasaeng or a stalker, with absolutely no intention of intruding on his private life. She was just pointlessly going out of her way to show consideration that wasn’t even needed. Damn it.
But he didn’t like it.
He wished she’d upend his whole life completely.
“No. Sorry, but could you please move? I need to go inside.”
Da Jung pointed firmly at the front door with a serious tone, implying he was blocking her way. Jae Ho deliberately raised an eyebrow as if he didn’t understand. He wasn’t fully blocking the doorway—there was plenty of room for her to slip past him. Well… they’d get a bit physically closer, sure.
“Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”
Imagining the brush of her hair against his cheek, Jae Ho replied carelessly. After a brief moment of hesitation, Da Jung made up her mind and walked toward the entrance.
Jae Ho watched her light footsteps approaching. Da Jung passed by his side and reached for the door. The scent of her shampoo, reminiscent of flowers, wafted toward him.
It was an impulse.
“Wait.”
He abruptly straightened his leaning body, blocking Da Jung’s path. Startled, her back pressed against the wall. Her eyes, unsure what to do, flickered rapidly. After staring down at her face from above for a while, Jae Ho reached toward her head.
“You’ve got something stuck here.”
His hand gently touched the top of Da Jung’s head. With unhurried, unhurried fingers, he plucked off two pine needles.
“Here.”
“…”
“And here.”
He tilted his gaze slightly and held out the two pine needles to Da Jung. Though it was a meaningless gesture, Da Jung felt like she couldn’t breathe. After hesitating a moment, she took them.
Their eyes and breaths locked. Da Jung kept her head down, staring at the pine needles in her hand. They were dry and brittle. She’d taken them merely because he’d offered—but they held no meaning at all.
Feeling foolish for still holding onto them, she debated for a moment and finally dropped them to the ground. Now even the pine needles, exploited by such an obvious ploy, vanished without serving any further purpose.
“Where did you go for your walk?”
“…”
“They say there’s a nice path for walking around here. I don’t know it well myself.”
“…”
“Where do you usually shop? Is there a nearby supermarket? I’m still trying to figure things out myself.”
“…”
“If you’re not into coffee, how about tea? I’ve got a few kinds.”
“…”
“Breakfast would be good too.”
Da Jung stared at him. He was grinning playfully, which only made her more confused.
Just then, Jae Ho reached out and placed his hand against Da Jung’s right cheek. Her eyes widened in surprise, but he nonchalantly handed her the pine needle he’d just removed from behind her ear and said,
“I guess there are a lot of pine trees around here?”
“!”
Did he just… touch her cheek?
Apart from the flutter she felt, his approach felt oddly uncomfortable. His bold way of repeatedly crossing boundaries, as if determined to push into the walls she’d carefully built, left her flustered.
“That’s rude, Mr. Lee Jae Ho.”
Da Jung spoke, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“That kind of behavior is a bit…”
But then Jae Ho offered a flimsy excuse.
“What’s wrong? I was just removing pine needles.”
Da Jung stared at his shameless face in disbelief before snapping back sharply,
“You touched my face without permission.”
“Ahh.”
He smiled smoothly.
“If it upset you, I’m sorry.”
“!”
“I’ll apologize properly—so have a cup of tea with me? Huh? You’ve got time.”
What on earth was so amusing to him? Was he flirting with her?
Da Jung shot him a slightly stern look—only to instantly lock eyes with his, which were filled with deep, aching longing. He quickly changed his expression like the actor he was, but Da Jung had clearly seen that fleeting look in his eyes.
**
Lee Jae Ho ultimately got his way. He’d somehow managed to bring Da Jung into his room. Da Jung looked at the back of his head with an almost exasperated expression.
She needed to take back what she’d thought yesterday. Lee Jae Ho was absolutely not kind. She should’ve realized it the moment he started talking about dinner last night. He was self-centered—somewhat impulsive and lacking in manners.
It was even more absurd that, while making tea, he still looked as sculpted and elegant as ever. Privately, Lee Jae Ho was the kind of perfect man who seemed ready to give you everything.
Even though she was furious enough to bristle, she had no choice but to admit it. The deltoids in the man’s shoulders stood out clearly as he brewed coffee. Da Jung glanced at them for a moment before turning away.
Without permission—so rudely—he’d touched her cheek.
She didn’t know how to respond to a man who kept casually brushing against her. Da Jung had zero immunity to situations like this. She clenched her fists, trying to steady her mind.
His eyes hadn’t seemed ordinary at all.
She should’ve stayed away.
She’d clearly felt the intensity of his gaze, as if it could wrap around her entire body—but she hadn’t stopped walking. Maybe she should’ve expected something like this to happen.
You fool… Yoon Da Jung.
His arm suddenly reaching toward her had been abrupt yet gentle. The instant his palm grazed her cheek, a scorching heat swept through her entire body. For that brief moment, Da Jung froze like a statue.
It was as if a hand warmer had been pressed to her skin—her chill vanished, replaced by a warm glow. That’s why she was even more flustered. His palm, his gaze—they were both too hot.
It wasn’t just heat…
His eyes held an inexplicable tenderness. Tenderness? They’d only met yesterday! She knew it sounded ridiculous, but that’s exactly how it had felt moments ago. And up close, there was something oddly familiar about his face.
Da Jung shook her head.
‘It’s an illness. An illness. My sense of intimacy is overflowing.’
She now regretted not following Kyung Mi’s advice to just like him casually and superficially.
“What are you thinking about, Miss Yoon Da Jung?”
Jae Ho came over with two cups and sat on the sofa. Da Jung snapped out of her daze. Don’t get dragged in. She never wanted to face another one-sided situation like that again—and especially not when it involved Lee Jae Ho. Da Jung wasn’t the type to start a movie she knew would end in tragedy. Why would she let herself hope for something she’d never be able to handle later?
Even though she already felt sunk ankle-deep in quicksand, she still believed she could pull herself out—right now, at least.
“I was thinking about how rude you were, Mr. Lee Jae Ho.”
Jae Ho slid a cup of green tea toward Da Jung.
“Were you really that upset?”
“Yes. Quite a bit.”
“I’m sorry.”
“…”
“But we met in such a fated way, don’t you think? Honestly, I think I got a little excited.”
Jae Ho chuckled softly. What was he even saying? Thump, thump, thump—Da Jung’s heart echoed. All her intended rebukes vanished completely. To hide her fluster, she quietly stared at her cup.
“A deserted seaside, the same pension, taking vacation during the exact same period—how could that possibly be just coincidence? It’s fate.”
Since she’d had somewhat similar thoughts herself, Da Jung couldn’t quickly argue back. Instead, she grew even more flustered. She’d never imagined Lee Jae Ho might be thinking the exact same thing she was.
“Be honest—didn’t you feel a little excited too, Miss Yoon Da Jung?”
Da Jung couldn’t answer. She couldn’t say no—but she couldn’t say yes, either.
“Not really?”
“…”
“I’m sorry again.”
And then Jae Ho apologized once more.
Thud. Thud again. Her heart kept dropping heavily to the floor. Da Jung bit her lips, unsure what expression to make.
She didn’t understand.
What on earth was Lee Jae Ho trying to say?
“But I really was just removing pine needles.”
“…”
“It wasn’t anything weird.”
The man turned his head to look at Da Jung and spoke with surprising confidence.
“I’ll admit—I kept wanting to touch you.”
Jae Ho lazily rubbed between his eyebrows with one hand, then gave a small, resigned laugh.
“Hmm… Yoon Da Jung, I think I…”
“…”
“Might’ve fallen for you at first sight.”
“What? Wait—what?”
Da Jung nearly spat out her green tea—she barely managed to swallow it and stared at him.
She could feel her own cheeks burning hot. Jae Ho quietly observed her flushed cheeks and ears before smiling again.
“I’m just saying. So please stop running away and let’s get along well. We’ll be seeing each other every day anyway.”
“…”
“We can go for walks, grocery shop, dig for clams—together. That’s how neighbors usually live, right?”
Since when did any neighbors go for walks and dig for clams together? Seeing Da Jung’s incredulous expression, Jae Ho playfully furrowed his brows.
Suddenly, Oh Chae Won’s face from last night’s TV appearance flashed in her mind—a glamorous, stunning actress. He was the kind of actor who looked perfectly matched beside someone like her.
Then why… was he acting this way toward her?
Da Jung loved her ultimate celebrity crush deeply—but she’d never dreamed of dating him. She wasn’t foolish enough to start such a naive romance. Lee Jae Ho was a perfect man.
Though little was known about his childhood in Korea, he’d moved to the U.S. in high school, graduated from Wharton with a business degree, and returned—an elite through and through. He excelled at sports—swimming, golf, horseback riding, baseball—there wasn’t a single one he couldn’t do, and his acting was outstanding too.
From all this, it was obvious he came from an immensely wealthy family—hence the rumors of him being a third-generation chaebol heir.
In contrast, her own life unfolded like a panorama: dreaming of saving 70% of her salary, yet barely scraping by after paying utility bills, her mother’s hospital fees, and loan installments.
Da Jung was no Cinderella.
She wasn’t naive—and certainly not foolish.
She didn’t want to begin something whose ending she could already see. Especially not with Lee Jae Ho.
His words about falling for her were surely just impulsive—but he couldn’t possibly be serious.
“…I’d like to leave now. I’m tired.”
So she built her walls even higher.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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