Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 232

I don’t know exactly what happened.

"I'll get ready right away!"

"Yep!"

Evelyn returned to the set with her face flushed red.

Behind her, Kim Donghu looked as composed as ever, as if nothing had happened.

‘Well, as long as she’s here, that’s what matters.’

Director McGroy shrugged and immediately resumed filming.

—Swoooooosh.

As if on cue, water rained down from the ceiling like a storm.

Kim Donghu instantly fell into character.

Even though the set was nothing but green screens all around,

he wasn’t disturbed in the slightest.

Completely immersed in the role,

Kim Donghu brought Tarzan to life.

‘Right before the kiss, Tarzan’s emotions are something that can’t be easily put into words.’

He recalled the emotions that surfaced when he fully immersed himself in the script.

‘Tarzan...’

Meeting Jane had reassured him that he was not alone in the world.

Escaping the world of gorillas that he could never truly be a part of,

he had finally found another being like himself,

and with it came overwhelming relief.

The limits of one's species were not something easily overcome.

The more Tarzan learned about human society from Jane,

the more painfully aware he became of how different his world was.

‘So this... This is human society.’

Language, culture, customs—

Tarzan had absorbed them all.

And for the first time, he felt what it meant to belong to a community.

A farewell to a life of solitude.

The relief of knowing he didn’t have to struggle to fit in anymore.

A whirlwind of emotions intertwined.

“...Ah.”

Tears fell from Tarzan’s eyes.

Even as rain poured from above,

it was clear that he was crying.

Thick teardrops slid down his cheeks.

"T-Tarzan?"

Jane was flustered.

The script never mentioned Tarzan crying.

This scene was supposed to be just them holding hands and running together,

trying to escape the sudden downpour.

"Hands... the same."

The clumsy words tumbled out, unable to fully capture his emotions.

The first time they met, Tarzan had placed his palm against hers.

Unlike the thick, rough hands of the gorillas he had known all his life,

Jane's hands were delicate, fragile—

they felt like they could break at any moment.

And now, as he held her hand and ran,

emotions surged within him—

in his tears, in his heart, in his lips.

"Jane... you are... the same as me."

Tears continued to fall as he held her hand,

his body slowly closing the distance between them.

And finally,

to continue what had begun,

he kissed her.

Tarzan had never learned about love.

But that didn’t mean it was something that needed to be taught.

The desire to claim the female he adored,

that was instinct.

A male’s primal urge to make the female he loved his own.

"T-Tarzan... W-wait... I—I c-can’t breathe...!"

Evelyn—or rather, Jane—

fully received the improvisation and carefully pushed Tarzan away.

Her hands pressed against his chest,

feeling the force of his heartbeat as she did.

With trembling eyes full of excitement,

Jane looked up at Tarzan.

"...This... wasn’t part of the lesson."

"Was it something you were going to teach me?"

"...."

"Jane, I want to learn now."

With that, he kissed her again.

This time, she didn’t push him away.

Deeper, more intense.

Even without their tongues touching,

the atmosphere was unbearably thick.

A male expressing his raw desire through tears,

a force of nature only possible from someone who had grown up in the wild.

‘He’s... expressing this through acting?’

Director McGroy once again realized why Kim Donghu was an extraordinary actor.

Until now, most people had been shocked by his sheer physical power,

but his Hollywood debut—his first lead role in a Disney film—

was not because of strength alone.

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‘His acting ability is perfectly proportional to his looks.’

McGroy couldn’t help but be in awe.

Meanwhile, Tarzan and Jane’s lips slowly parted.

—Swoooooosh.

The rain still poured.

Tarzan and Jane gazed into each other’s eyes.

It was about time to call "Cut."

And yet, Director McGroy remained fixated on the screen.

‘Kim Donghu’s... no, Tarzan’s expression changed.’

It was an expression impossible to find in the modern world.

Something only Tarzan could show.

A male who had found his mate.

A male ready to do anything for her.

A face filled with the unshakable resolve

to take responsibility for another’s life.

And then,

he instinctively reached for Jane’s left ring finger.

"Jane, what is it I just learned?"

"L-Love. It’s... love."

"What I learned... was that right?"

"Yes."

"Then... if that’s true..."

"...."

"I love you, Jane."

Cut!

The moment /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ Tarzan finished speaking,

the director practically shouted the okay signal.

This was it.

This was exactly it.

‘After saving the jungle from Clayton...

In the rain... Tarzan confesses his love...’

A scene born entirely from the actors’ improvisation—

a moment that transcended the script.

"This is incredible! I can’t believe this was improvised... This is just...!"

Director McGroy was in shock.

"That’s right, this is... truly the best thing I’ve ever seen."

Producer Berryard was just as amazed.

With their astonishment filling the air,

the filming wrapped up.

The entire staff looked on in awe,

fully aware they had just witnessed something extraordinary.

This moment became the catalyst,

and time passed quickly.

—June.

"Great work, everyone! Now, all that’s left is the CG work!"

The filming of Tarzan had officially wrapped.

The man appeared again.

Still at the piano.

And Evelyn climbed onto it.

Her movements, bold and seductive,

filled with countless silent pleas.

Yet the man remained unmoved.

As if her presence was nothing compared to the melody he played,

his elegant fingers continued the performance.

"Stop telling me to watch the interview and just watch the damn music video. The piano is killing it."

"Edward, I never knew you liked piano this much."

"It... hits. It’s incredible."

With Edward and his manager showering praise,

the music video continued.

—"You won’t even look at me anymore?"

With trembling fingers,

Evelyn reached for the mask the man wore.

Her desperate eyes fixated on him as she slowly untied the ribbon.

Thud.

The mask fell.

And the man’s face was revealed.

“...What? Hold on. W-what the fuck?”

A face impossible to forget.

A face no one could mistake.

“...FUUUUUUCK!!! WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL?! KIM DONGHU?!"

Why the hell was that primitive beast in Evelyn’s music video?

And not just that—

Dressed in a sharp three-piece suit,

sitting across from Evelyn,

as she practically threw herself at him?

"AAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Uncontrollable rage surged within Edward.

And yet—

The song was good.

The video’s color palette, the meticulous details, the cinematography—

Everything about it was flawless.

There wasn’t a single thing Edward could complain about.

Even the damn piano playing.

Which pissed him off even more.

How the hell did someone like him

have this level of musical talent?!

"ARGHHHHH!!!"

How the hell was he supposed to describe this?

What the hell was this emotion raging inside him?

As those thoughts ran through his head,

suddenly, he remembered something—

Kim Donghu’s interview.

"I need to see what that bastard said right now!"

"Right now? Edward, you’re seriously too worked up."

"I don’t give a shit! I need to see what he said—now!"

Edward furiously tapped at his phone,

immediately pulling up Kim Donghu’s interview.

There were plenty of questions,

but he ignored all of them.

There was only one thing he cared about.

Q. We never expected you to be so dedicated in this interview. Thank you so much.

Lastly, is there anything you’d like to say to your rival?

What did he say?

The moment Edward read Donghu’s answer,

he threw his phone.

CRASH!

The phone shattered through the window.

On the screen, a short reply remained:

GOOD LUCK.

"BRING THAT BASTARD TO ME, RIGHT NOW!!!!!"

Edward exploded.