When You Forget Me (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Eun Chae fell briefly silent, choosing her reaction.
In that moment, he stepped right up in front of her and fixed his eyes on the stranger. Even as the man hurriedly left with an awkward look, he kept watching him until he disappeared from view.
The expression he’d just shown was gone.
She knew that cold gaze. He’d been the same when they first met—offering a perfunctory greeting with a look that plainly said he didn’t care whether she was his employer or not.
Eun Chae swallowed hard, suppressing the uninvited memory that surfaced, and looked at him.
She’d deliberately avoided him because she didn’t want to share the same space—but he wasn’t so oblivious as to miss that.
Yet even as she made her feelings blatantly clear on her face, Kwon Gi Ju paid it no mind.
“What did you come out here for?”
She stayed still as he unhesitatingly took off his jacket and wrapped it around her frozen shoulders.
There was no need to react to every little thing—he was simply doing what he did. Eun Chae pulled the oversized jacket over herself like a blanket and straightened her neck.
“I didn’t come out here to see you, Mr. Kwon Gi Ju.”
Gi Ju answered quietly, almost muttering.
“I know.”
He even nodded as if to say he understood completely. For a moment, she felt like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. Frowning, Eun Chae asked sharply,
“Where did the other person go?”
“I sent them away.”
“…”
“You couldn’t accompany me from the start because of your schedule today—did you wish I hadn’t come at all?”
“Then why did you come halfway through?”
“Just because I wanted to.”
Ah.
Eun Chae’s words caught in her throat, and she glared at him.
Kwon Gi Ju calmly met her gaze.
Whenever she looked into those eyes—seemingly all black yet oddly colored—she felt strangely unsettled, as if she might be swallowed whole if she didn’t pull away soon. Just as that thought struck her, Eun Chae blurted out what rose in her throat.
“Is inconsistency between your words and actions your specialty? You said you’d operate strictly according to your schedule. Didn’t you plan to tie me up completely until our wedding?”
“I intended to wait a bit longer, but I changed my mind.”
“You said you came back only because of the recall order. That it was solely that. That your feelings hadn’t changed at all?”
Even just the contradictions that immediately came to mind were already this many. Go on then—use that clever mouth of yours to explain yourself properly. Eun Chae widened her eyes.
“Unlike you, I’m good at lying.”
It sounded direct, but once again he’d deftly sidestepped the core issue. Eun Chae didn’t point that out. Instead, she twisted the corner of her mouth and countered in the exact same tone.
“What if this version of you right now is a lie?”
“You probably already know very well that I dislike your marriage.”
At those words, the missing piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
Interest—and affection.
Those two things alone explained everything.
But could she really believe his words? A man as fickle as Kwon Gi Ju?
Eun Chae didn’t suppress the faint laugh that escaped her lips.
“Marriage is my choice. Don’t interfere.”
For just an instant, a sharp glint seemed to slash sideways through his eyes. But by the time she refocused, it was already gone. Instead, Gi Ju spoke in a voice that sounded calm, almost indifferent.
“Then how far are you willing to let me go?”
Surely it was just her imagination that his words sounded so earnest. Eun Chae forcibly pulled her gaze away and snapped coldly,
“Try your best. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be moved and change my mind.”
“…”
“The kids will be looking for me. I’m going back inside.”
With that, Eun Chae walked into the building. The back of her neck burned—she didn’t need to look to know he was still standing in the same spot, staring at her with that same unyielding intensity.
As she climbed the stairs, she sighed so heavily it felt as if the steps themselves might collapse beneath her. It was then that her forgotten phone vibrated in her cardigan pocket.
She stopped on the landing and pulled out the flashing phone. It was an unknown number.
She hesitated briefly but ultimately couldn’t resist the subtle pressure and answered. At first, she didn’t speak—just quietly pressed the phone to her ear and listened intently.
The low voice that soon reached her sent goosebumps prickling from her earlobes.
From now on, don’t contact me anywhere else—use this number.
Click.
The call ended. Eun Chae let out an incredulous chuckle. She even laughed dryly as she stared at the screen showing the unfamiliar number, utterly baffled.
Giving her his contact like this—as if to say she shouldn’t even think of reaching out elsewhere.
Right. This man couldn’t be measured by ordinary logic.
Just moments ago, he’d come back as Chairman Song’s obedient dog, pressuring her to marry another man—and now he was asking how far he was allowed to go.
The more he continued wanting her, the thirstier he became—was this exactly what he’d intended?
Just as Eun Chae was about to put the phone back in her cardigan pocket, her eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief. She quickly saved Kwon Gi Ju’s unknown number into her contacts. It was a capricious whim—but one that thrilled her.
Despite his weak stamina.
Gi Ju glanced up at the cloudy sky—it looked like rain was coming. Dark clouds drifted across the sky.
His gaze shifted to the rearview mirror. Song Eun Chae sat silently in the backseat, present yet seemingly absent.
She’d bluntly named the meeting spot and now clearly looked exhausted. He’d traced the lines of her gentle, porcelain-like face with his eyes before finally pulling his gaze away.
Soon, he parked in front of a modern building. Eun Chae moved to get out immediately but paused and looked at him as if granting a favor.
“You go ahead.”
When he said nothing, she wrinkled her neatly straight eyebrows and added,
“Either wait or don’t.”
Without waiting for a reply, Song Eun Chae stepped out. In the side mirror, he saw her not immediately entering the building but adjusting her collar instead.
Gi Ju let out a soft chuckle, opened the driver’s door, and got out. As a valet approached, sensing the cue, he handed over the keys—just as Song Eun Chae’s eyes widened in disbelief, as if asking what on earth he was doing.
The reason was beyond the window. Han Seung Yoon, deeply absorbed in his phone, had just noticed her and reluctantly stuffed it into his breast pocket.
Their eyes met instantly. The guy openly scowled and even muttered something under his breath—judging by the shape of his lips, it was probably something vulgar.
Could a human really be that transparent? Gi Ju ran a hand along his neck and walked toward Eun Chae. At the same time, Han Seung Yoon pushed open the door and came out, feigning a welcome.
“You’re here?”
“Yes.”
Eun Chae looked sour-faced at Han Seung Yoon’s unusual kindness. Seung Yoon smiled at her with shameless cheerfulness.
“But I did sort of ask you out on a date…”
As he spoke, Seung Yoon’s eyes flicked toward Kwon Gi Ju. She didn’t need to hear the rest to know what he meant.
Truthfully, she looked as if she wanted to ask why he’d followed her out, but instead she said,
“This person is my bodyguard. It might be inconvenient, but please pretend he isn’t here.”
How could anyone pretend someone right in front of them didn’t exist? Han Seung Yoon’s expression said exactly that.
But that was all he’d do.
If he asked the woman to dismiss her bodyguard, he’d look desperate and hurt his pride. Yet if he tried to chase the man away himself, he’d fear Song Myung Hwan’s pathological reaction to any perceived threat to Song Eun Chae. So, predictably, he remained indecisive—incapable of choosing either option.
Meanwhile, this so-called fiancé had driven for hours from the ski resort through sheer exhaustion just to see her, and this so-called bodyguard had followed along—recently, nothing served as a better excuse.
Gi Ju rubbed the tip of his eyebrow and lowered his gaze. A scornful smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth.
He’d chauffeured her here to date this piece of trash—and now he was smugly inserting himself in, taking satisfaction in it.
Pathetic brat.
Even his own self-mockery felt fresh and amusing. He punctuated it with a sharp focus on the wrinkle between Song Eun Chae’s brows, where her laughter had just faded into consternation.
What is she even doing?
Eun Chae’s expression hardened as she gripped her knife. The situation was already awkward enough—having two faces she couldn’t stand, one right in front and the other next to her, made her stomach churn.
“Miss has a shellfish allergy.”
Kwon Gi Ju clicked his tongue disapprovingly, deliberately furrowing his brows as he looked at the lobster just placed on their table.
Then, pointedly, he cut his steak into bite-sized pieces. At that exact moment, Han Seung Yoon’s expression crumpled beyond words.
Eun Chae swallowed hard and shot a glare sideways. Though they sat at separate tables, they were right next to each other—and Kwon Gi Ju didn’t seem to be hiding the fact he was with her at all.
He was probably just doing his job again, but Eun Chae’s temper flared. She gave him a warning look: don’t interfere unnecessarily. Then she forced herself to refocus on Han Seung Yoon.
“I didn’t know you had that allergy. That’s… awkward of me.”
She saw Han Seung Yoon force a stiff smile, pulling up the corners of his tight lips.
She almost pitied him. This date was already burdened by a sense of obligation—and now he had a watcher tagging along too. She was used to it, but for Han Seung Yoon, it must feel like being a mouse thrown into a den of snakes. She felt a pang of moral guilt.
“A salad is fine for me.”
At that, a faint laugh tickled her ears—so quiet it should’ve been drowned out by the chatter and clinking cutlery from nearby tables, yet unmistakably clear to her.
Eun Chae pressed her lips tightly together. She knew exactly whose laugh that was—and with her heightened senses, she even noticed how calmly he’d just popped a piece of steak into his mouth.
Truthfully, she never went out of her way to eat salads.
At home, Grandma Ham An nagged her endlessly about not being picky—but here she was, claiming a salad was enough. Of course he’d find that laughable.
Her ears burned, but she pretended not to notice. When Han Seung Yoon suggested pasta or risotto instead, stubborn pride flared inside her, and she firmly declined. She even added an unnecessary, flimsy excuse—conscious of Kwon Gi Ju.
“I just happened to be craving something light.”
Han Seung Yoon finally seemed convinced. The person who actually needed convincing, however, just took a sip of water with an unreadable expression.
Seriously annoying.
Eun Chae stabbed her arugula with her fork and thought, A single meal could really turn into such a long, arduous journey.
Han Seung Yoon persisted with tearful effort afterward.
He wiped stray bits from her lips like a lover would, offered champagne he thought she’d enjoy, and so thoroughly ignored Kwon Gi Ju that his earlier request—“don’t mind the bodyguard”—now seemed utterly pointless.
Yes—at least, that’s what she’d thought until Kwon Gi Ju left his seat.
“You can’t ignore the environment someone grew up in.”
Eun Chae, who’d been absentmindedly watching Gi Ju’s retreating back, turned her eyes back at those words. Han Seung Yoon, who’d been radiating warmth just moments ago, now wore an extremely unpleasant expression.
“Whether it’s some kind of affection deprivation or what.”
“…”
“Are you enjoying this situation?”
Seriously.
Eun Chae stared at him without hiding her displeasure. Last time, he’d bluntly revealed his history of womanizing; now again, he was baffling her with out-of-context remarks.
“Hey. I don’t know why you suddenly changed, but can you explain clearly so I understand?”
Han Seung Yoon gestured toward the seat Gi Ju had just vacated and pressed his question.
“He really is just a bodyguard, right?”
“…What are you talking about?”
“Could it be… that the bodyguard has feelings for Song Eun Chae?”
Her expression vanished from her face. Han Seung Yoon seemed to realize he’d crossed a line and glanced at her furtively, reading her reaction.
“Forget it if not.”
“…You’ve got quite the imagination.”
With that one sentence, Eun Chae shut down the situation. But her fingertips, which had just lost their flush, trembled slightly.
Gi Ju heard his phone ring just as he finished showering.
It wasn’t his on-call night, so a call was unlikely—that thought flickered through his mind. Even as he emerged leisurely from the bathroom, toweling his wet hair, the ringing hadn’t stopped.
With the towel draped over one shoulder, he walked over to his desk where the phone lay and tightened his throat. The moment he saw the white letters on the black screen, his eyes stung as if struck by lightning.
Song Eun Chae.
As he slowly read her name, the ringing seemed—perhaps just his imagination—to grow sharper, climbing toward a climax.
Gi Ju picked up the phone just before the ringtone could cut off and pressed it to his ear.
No need for “hello.”
Han Seung Yoon suspects something between us.
Her voice trembled faintly.
What on earth was she scared of?
Was she afraid Han Seung Yoon would hate her? Or that Song Myung Hwan would label her useless?
Questions spun in his mind like cobwebs. Left unchecked, they’d swell beyond control—but her steady breathing instantly dispelled them all.
“So what?”
I brushed it off as absurd this time, but don’t make me come up with excuses like this again.
“Why not just admit it?”
…Are you insane?
Gi Ju perched sideways on the edge of his desk.
“He can’t do anything even if he finds out about us. Not Han Seung Yoon.”
…So you’re saying it’s fine to tell him I’m your mistress?
“Yes.”
Her breathing changed. That subtle shift made his eardrums twitch.
Like an idiot.
“Just say you like me that much. Be honest.”
“…”
“You held on to that much, at least, because you liked it.”
Song Eun Chae fell silent. Maybe it was lucky he hadn’t heard any curses. Gi Ju scoffed and said,
“Sleep well.”
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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