You Accepted the Contract (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
Si Yoon couldn’t help but feel absurd, no matter how much he thought about it again.
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
“I also look for someone good at fixing cars when mine breaks down, and I don’t mess around with parts—but I know people who do. I’m no different from you.”
Si Yoon now found Mi Joo’s attempt to draw a line between herself and him ridiculous. After all, in just a few days, she’d be stamping her seal on a contract anyway.
He felt certain—not just about his plan, but about his feelings toward Mi Joo.
“Get in.”
Si Yoon opened the SUV door and looked at Mi Joo. Trapped between him holding the door and the car itself, Mi Joo’s whole body tensed up with nervous sensitivity.
Just as she twisted her body to get in without touching him, Si Yoon grabbed her shoulder and gently pressed her against the car frame. Mi Joo was startled.
‘At which point exactly did he get angry?’
“Why do you keep avoiding me?”
She had merely been careful not to touch him, yet that very action had clearly upset Si Yoon.
“Don’t even think about avoiding me or running away.”
His eyes pinned her down, demanding an immediate answer. Mi Joo gave a small nod.
“Don’t say you’re sorry, and don’t apologize.”
Mi Joo didn’t understand why she shouldn’t, but she felt compelled to reply—yet no words came out.
“Don’t do anything that would make you say those words either.”
What exactly had she done so terribly wrong to deserve this intimidating behavior? As Mi Joo stood frozen, silent, Si Yoon moved even closer. There was no space left for her to even nod.
“Hmm?”
“Hmm.”
Even though he’d gotten the answer he wanted, Si Yoon showed no sign of stepping away from her.
Mi Joo, flustered and unsure where to look or what to hold onto with him standing so close, felt his face lowering toward hers.
She held her breath and turned her head. At that movement, Si Yoon’s lips brushed against her cheek.
Then his warm breath settled near her ear.
“I told you not to avoid me.”
‘True.’
But wasn’t it a rabbit’s instinct to shrink back in front of a tiger?
Mi Joo had no way to explain that her reaction had simply been instinctive.
“I’m sorry.”
“I already told you not to say you’re sorry, and not to do anything that would make you say it.”
Feeling as if caught in a tiger’s clutches, Mi Joo couldn’t utter a word or make a move.
She felt his large hand grip her arm, then his lips lightly brushed against the side of her neck.
His breathing grew rough and sharp, like a predator scenting its prey.
“I’m trying my best, you know.”
His low voice carried that raw breath straight to her. Unable to even breathe, every hair on her body standing on end, Mi Joo barely managed a reply.
“…I understand.”
She understood—he was setting aside his preferences and making an effort simply to connect with a woman, giving it a genuine try.
‘Ha, “understand.”’
What Si Yoon truly wanted wasn’t understanding, but an emotional response to the intense feelings he held for her.
Yet, unlike his own heart racing ahead, if Mi Joo needed time, he decided he’d give her some space—for now.
When Si Yoon finally lifted his head, his eyes were still burning—but no longer threatening.
For Mi Joo’s sake, who remained tense, he even forced a small smile.
“If I keep standing here, I might not let you go—so get in quickly.”
Si Yoon lowered his arm, making room for her to move. Mi Joo scrambled into the passenger seat without caring whether she touched him or not.
Watching Mi Joo hurry out of his embrace, Si Yoon felt a strange pang of loss in his chest.
Mi Joo was still breathing heavily, but she held her breath to hide her tension as she settled into her seat—only for Si Yoon to deliberately duck his tall frame and peer into the car at her.
“Why… why?”
Not even daring to meet his eyes this time, she didn’t know which of his buttons she’d pressed now.
“Your seatbelt.”
“Oh. Right.”
Only then did Mi Joo fumble quickly to fasten her belt. She felt foolish for missing something so basic and making repeated mistakes in front of him—but the strange tension he gave off wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
After confirming Mi Joo had buckled up, Si Yoon closed the door and walked around the hood to the driver’s seat.
He pressed the button to start the engine; unlike her car, it started smoothly. Then he pressed the walk-in switch to give Mi Joo more legroom.
“Get comfortable.”
Si Yoon glanced toward the space in front of Mi Joo’s legs as he spoke. Though his words carried no sexual undertone, they sounded heated to her ears.
As Si Yoon casually averted his gaze, Mi Joo silently scolded herself for her own strange imagination.
“Where do you live?”
“Sunset Street, 8th Avenue.”
Hearing Mi Joo’s answer, Si Yoon turned on some soft music and silently pressed the accelerator.
An upscale village lit by streetlamps. Mi Joo noticed people out for evening jogs and others walking their dogs.
‘Why did the comfortable atmosphere of life here feel so strangely familiar—even if just for a brief moment?’
Soft leather seats, a car gliding silently without noise.
And the man beside her—someone who’d stand out anywhere, yet was lost and sorrowful because of love—made everything feel unreal.
* * *
The closer they got to her home, the more tangled Mi Joo’s thoughts became. Clearly, it had been she who initiated the kiss.
‘At first, he didn’t react at all to my kiss.’
Like the blonde woman in the embassy parking lot, she’d been bewitched by Si Yoon—but he had merely watched her actions, as if observing them.
Regardless of his feelings, showing affection without regard for the other person’s heart was no different from violence. She needed to apologize.
‘But can someone who likes men really kiss a woman that intensely?’
Mi Joo was curious, but couldn’t bring herself to ask.
‘Well, if some men can have deep encounters without love or emotion, maybe a kiss isn’t such a big deal after all.’
Whatever his preferences were, Mi Joo’s sense of guilt kept growing—yet the greater the fault, the more courage was needed to ask for forgiveness.
His words echoed in her mind, leaving “I’m sorry” circling silently on her tongue, never escaping her lips.
“Um…”
Si Yoon turned down the volume of the ambient music filling the car.
“What is it?”
“I know you dislike hearing this…”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m sorry.”
At Mi Joo’s words, Si Yoon’s grip on the steering wheel tightened—veins rose along his hand and forearm, his muscles taut.
“For what?”
His voice sounded cold.
“For earlier…”
“What about earlier?”
“For kissing you.”
“…”
“You started it first, just like you said.”
“…”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you sorry, or do you regret it?”
She felt sorry—and also regretful that she’d created such a situation in the first place. Yet, on the other hand, she’d genuinely enjoyed the sensation he’d given her, leaving her unsure of her true feelings, unable to answer.
“I’m neither sorry nor do I regret it.”
“Well… that’s because you’re the one who got kissed by me…”
At her words, the tension broke, and Si Yoon burst into loud laughter.
‘Right. I was kissed by her.’
He had been drawn to her like a magnet, yet had held tightly onto the thread of reason, restraining himself.
He never expected that, in that moment, she’d lift her head like a fledgling and charge straight into him.
And now, she was apologizing for that fresh, thrilling move of hers—which displeased Si Yoon greatly.
Just then, the traffic light turned red, and the car stopped. Si Yoon turned to look at Mi Joo, one hand still on the steering wheel.
Mi Joo leaned back into her seat at his sudden proximity—but there was nowhere to go.
“Are you avoiding me because you’re embarrassed? Or because you’re sorry?”
“…Both.”
Realizing Si Yoon was asking questions he already knew the answers to, Mi Joo grew irritated.
“If you already know everything, why keep asking?”
“What happened to the person who just apologized?”
Mi Joo lowered her head and fiddled with her hands.
Though the light had changed, the car didn’t move—and after a long wait, the car behind them finally switched lanes and passed Si Yoon’s vehicle.
Only then did Si Yoon tear his gaze from Mi Joo and resume driving.
“Is apologizing so easy for you, Ms. Choi Mi Joo? And forgetting just as easy?”
“…”
“An apology only matters when the other person is willing to accept it.”
“I’m sorry for approaching you without respecting your preferences. I’m not saying it to ask for your forgiveness.”
‘Preferences? Forgiveness?’
Did she not remember how fiercely he’d reacted during the kiss? Or had his passion failed to reach her properly?
Either way, Si Yoon suppressed his rising anger—especially since she still seemed to doubt his preferences, still believing he liked men.
But he didn’t show it. She still seemed wary and burdened around him.
Let her doubt his preferences if she wanted. Let her feel guilty if she wished.
‘That’s the only way I’ll be able to keep her close.’
“If you really feel sorry, help me as I keep trying and practicing.”
Si Yoon said nothing and pressed the accelerator. The engine roared deeply as the car sped forward, arriving at Mi Joo’s home shortly after.
He pressed the walk-in switch, sliding the passenger seat forward to make it easier for her to get out. This time, Mi Joo accepted his consideration naturally, without awkwardness.
Though it felt strange at first, she was gradually growing accustomed to his repeated kindness and attentiveness.
Mi Joo unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door.
“Wait a moment.”
Si Yoon caught her wrist.
“Yes?”
She knew what he meant. He intended to open the car door for her.
It was a scene she’d seen countless times on TV and in movies—but when someone actually did it for her in real life, it always felt cheesy and embarrassing.
Yet here he was, confidently offering to do exactly that for her—as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
‘No, don’t…’
She wanted to stop him—but what was there to stop? It was just opening a car door.
Mi Joo sat demurely and decided to accept his thoughtfulness.
Si Yoon stepped out from the driver’s seat and opened the passenger door, then waited for her to get out.
Memories surfaced of others driving her home and opening doors—but those moments were just fragmented recollections without much meaning.
Yet every single action Si Yoon took was imprinting deeply on Mi Joo.
After she stepped out, Si Yoon closed the door and stood before her.
“What floor do you live on?”
“The fifth.”
Mi Joo pointed to the far-left window on the fifth floor. Lights glowed from the other windows, but the leftmost one remained dark—as if waiting for her.
“Now that I think about it, I never gave you my card.”
Mi Joo had been curious too, but hadn’t dared to ask. She knew he was the grandson of a prestigious private school foundation in Seoul and that he’d studied here—but she still wondered who exactly he was.
Si Yoon opened the car door, reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a business card, and handed it to her.
Mi Joo looked at the card, then lifted her widened eyes to stare at Si Yoon.
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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