Taming the Dangerous Lawyer Secretly (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
He stood up faster than Yeon Woo, who was about to bolt upright. Yeon Woo hastily slipped her shoes back on and corrected her slouched posture.
“The event’s already over?”
“No, not yet. But the association president called looking for you. Is something going on?”
“He contacted you about me?”
Please tell me he didn’t actually mention that embarrassingly affectionate word, “fiancé,” to Attorney Kwon too? Lost in this random thought, she didn’t even notice Jun Hwi carefully studying her.
But the little incident from earlier was also part of her private life, and she saw no need to share it with him.
While she replied that it was nothing and she’d contact him separately later, she suddenly felt a soft, heavy weight settle onto her shoulders.
“Put it on.”
It was his tuxedo jacket. Yeon Woo waved her hands dismissively.
“Why are you suddenly giving me this? I’m fine—I’ve got my shawl!”
“Your dress. Cover yourself.”
“Oh….”
It was too late to hunch over now. Yeon Woo could only give an awkward smile.
“Whatever happened, your outfit is quite a mess right now. It’s hard to look at—just put it on quickly.”
A wave of embarrassment surged up. Faced with his brutally honest observation, Yeon Woo was speechless.
“Do you want me to help you put it on?”
“No, I’ll do it myself. Thank you.”
Was this kindness or humiliation? Even as she slipped her arms into the generously cut jacket, she felt oddly conflicted.
Anyway, she couldn’t possibly walk around like this, so she should just accept it gratefully since he offered.
Yeon Woo buttoned the jacket all the way up and looked at him as if to ask, “Is this okay now?”
The jacket, tailored for his broad frame, brushed against her arms with its smooth silk lining.
At the same time, Jun Hwi’s lingering warmth and faint scent enveloped her completely—it made her dizzy.
This was worlds apart from just lightly draping the jacket over her shoulders in the car.
Surrounded by his scent and meeting his deep, steady gaze, she felt as if she were nestled in his arms, warmth spreading all the way to her toes.
Yeon Woo quickly lowered her eyes, pretending to check her phone.
“Is there anything else you need to do here?”
“Oh, no. Not for me. What about you, Attorney? Anyone else you need to meet?”
“Then let’s call it a night and leave now.”
Jun Hwi looked ready to walk out of the party without a second thought.
“So early? Dinner hasn’t even started yet.”
“I’ve met everyone I needed to. I’ve also shown my face to the association president.”
“You’re not leaving early because of me, are you?”
“Well… that’s partly true, too.”
Now he was even piling guilt on top of the borrowed jacket. Was it her imagination, or did his typically blunt expression seem oddly playful?
For some reason, she felt irritated. She didn’t want to show any weakness, however small.
Anyway, her messy state was now hidden. Whether people mistook her for his fiancée because of the jacket or not, she didn’t want to leave even a hint that “Kim Yeon Woo kept me from doing my job properly.”
“I’m fine—I’ll stay until the end. Go back inside and finish your greetings, Attorney.”
She needed to move. Yeon Woo stood up abruptly again, determined to head back into the venue.
But her previously twisted ankle wasn’t in good shape. As she took a step, a sharp pain shot through her foot, forcing a soft cry from her lips as she sank back onto the sofa.
“Ah…!”
Her ankle was screaming that it couldn’t take another second in those heels. But making a scene now would only cause more trouble. Yeon Woo subtly wiggled her right ankle and tried standing up again.
“Take them off.”
Jun Hwi had already strode over in front of her. Kneeling down on one knee, with the other raised, he looked straight at her and repeated,
“Take them off.”
It felt unreal. Yeon Woo, frozen in place, could only blink her wide eyes.
Jun Hwi didn’t wait any longer—he pulled off the shoe dangling loosely from her toes.
“Ah—Attorney…!”
Her ankle was slightly swollen, and near the anklebone, a white blister was forming from wearing heels and walking too long. Jun Hwi clicked his tongue softly.
Contrary to his rough gesture of yanking off the shoes, he now examined her small foot resting on his large palm with surprising gentleness.
Wherever his gaze landed, heat prickled as if touched by fire.
Even without actual contact, it felt as though every part of her had been caressed.
She’d always thought he disliked physical closeness—so why did his mere look make her burn like this?
The man she always looked up at now had his straight forehead just below her knee. Jun Hwi’s sharp nose pointed toward her bare, exposed foot.
She was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to do, yet at the same time, a thrilling warmth lazily spread through her body—an oddly pleasant sensation.
Amid this confusing mix of emotions, Yeon Woo finally gathered her wits and pleaded in a strained whisper,
“Please… stop….”
She tried gently pulling her foot away, but he held her ankle firmly, refusing to let go.
The throbbing pain in her ankle had long since vanished. Every cell in her body tingled with heightened sensitivity. Her heartbeat raced like it was sprinting.
Her eyes caught the prominent veins on Jun Hwi’s masculine hand—exactly as she’d seen in her dream before.
An electric jolt rose from her toes, shooting all the way to the top of her head. Their eyes met slowly—his deep-set, hers wide in response.
Stagnant air. Eyes holding only each other.
“……”
“……”
Her breath caught in her throat. Yeon Woo finally released the held breath in a hushed sigh through parted lips.
Watching her silently, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Please, stop, Attorney.”
Yeon Woo pulled her foot away with more force this time and hid it under her dress. This time, Jun Hwi didn’t stop her.
At that moment, some passersby noticed their peculiar standoff and smiled knowingly. The word “romantic,” clearly spoken among their hushed whispers, struck Yeon Woo’s ears vividly.
He must have heard it too.
Jun Hwi gave a soft chuckle and stood up fully. Yeon Woo rose slowly after him.
Since she could still walk—though carefully, relying mostly on her left foot—it should be fine. Yeon Woo reached for her right heel to put it back on.
“You’re seriously going to walk in those?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“…….”
Jun Hwi, still eyeing her skeptically, bent down again.
Gasping, Yeon Woo flinched at the memory of what had just happened—but this time, he grabbed only the tip of her shoe, not her ankle, and straightened up.
“What about my shoes?”
“Wait. I’ll get you new ones.”
“I can walk, really! It’s fine!”
“Assistant Kim Yeon Woo.”
Suddenly, he took a deliberate step toward her. His shadow, now closer by a foot, loomed over her imposingly.
“Wait quietly. Unless you’d rather be carried all the way to the car.”
“……!”
Before she could respond, he checked his watch, made a phone call, and disappeared from view.
Still dazed, Yeon Woo watched his broad back recede before collapsing back onto the sofa.
Carried by Kwon Jun Hwi?
‘Damn this overactive imagination!’
Even a fleeting fantasy like that shouldn’t be allowed—because her heart, already pounding madly, now raced even faster.
“…….”
The lone high heel left behind. Just looking at it made her sigh in exasperation. A hollow laugh escaped her lips.
As she lifted her arm to brush back her loose hair, his jacket’s lingering scent brushed past her nose.
Even that seemed to pour fuel onto her racing heartbeat. Yeon Woo clenched her empty fist tightly.
She should be grateful—he was helping her, after all. Yet, mixed in with pure gratitude and touched emotion was an inexplicable, nagging discomfort that grated on her nerves.
This man, who always did things his own way, even extended kindness in a uniquely Jun Hwi fashion—making people’s hearts lurch up and down, leaving behind vivid imprints and lingering echoes.
They were leaving the party—where dinner was in full swing—and heading toward the parking lot. Of course, Yeon Woo wasn’t being carried by Jun Hwi.
Jun Hwi, who had vanished earlier, reappeared about twenty minutes later holding a shoebox from the same brand as her heels.
Inside were plush flat shoes that fit Yeon Woo’s feet perfectly—as if custom-made just for her.
Thanks to switching into these comfortable, nearly heel-less shoes, she could now walk slowly without straining her ankle.
“But, Attorney—where did you get these shoes?”
“At a department store nearby.”
“At this hour?”
At the elevator entrance heading to the parking lot, he pressed the button and nodded casually.
‘Is that even possible?’
She was continuously amazed by Kwon Jun Hwi. Just who was this man, that he could get a closed department store to open its doors?
Regardless, she truly owed him gratitude for spending his time and energy on her.
Yeon Woo offered him a sincere thank-you as he stepped into the elevator first.
“Thank you for the shoes, Attorney. They’ve really eased my discomfort.”
“Yes. Aren’t you getting in?”
“Um—how much do I owe you? I’ve already worn them, so I can’t return them. I’ll pay you.”
This nagging feeling seemed like guilt over causing trouble for her supervising attorney. She didn’t want to leave a bad impression on him again.
So she spoke firmly and clearly—but he looked as if he’d just heard the most trivial thing in the world.
“It’s fine. Just keep them.”
“I can’t just accept something so expensive, Attorney.”
“You had no problem taking that signed CD earlier. That was more expensive.”
“Th-that’s different…!”
Their pointless exchange continued for a while. Yeon Woo kept insisting on paying; he kept saying it wasn’t necessary. When she offered to return the shoes, he grimaced and told her to either keep them or throw them away.
They were still bickering over this trivial matter as they reached the basement level.
“Yeon Woo. Leaving already?”
Cha Han Bin’s gentle voice cut through the space between her and Jun Hwi as he stepped out of another elevator.
She’d hoped their last accidental encounter would be the end of it—yet here they were, meeting this couple again.
Beside Cha Han Bin, Yoon Ji Woo’s face twisted briefly in displeasure. Seeing this, Yeon Woo swallowed a sigh and gave a light reply.
“What’s up?”
Her messy hair, the man’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders, and the low flats clashing with her dress—all of it made her look far less put-together than before. Cha Han Bin scanned her cautiously before asking,
“No, nothing. Just… leaving early?”
“Yeah. Ji Woo’s tired. But you’ve been walking oddly since earlier, huh. Hmm.”
As he said this, Cha Han Bin eagerly lowered himself to inspect Yeon Woo’s leg—completely missing Yoon Ji Woo’s face, which had just soured further.
Where did he see “tired” in that face? It was the same fake, self-centered expression she’d always worn. Yoon Ji Woo’s consistent pretense and acting skill truly deserved applause.
“Yeon Woo, did you hurt your leg? It’s swollen!”
“Ah, just… twisted it a bit.”
“It’s visibly swollen! Are you okay?”
Alarmed, Cha Han Bin reached out to press on her ankle—
—but Jun Hwi abruptly stepped between them, forcefully inserting himself into the narrow space.
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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