Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 238

His whole body trembled.

“Uuuugh... Uuuuuugh!!!”

What was this feeling?

A sensation he had never experienced in his entire life.

No matter the situation, he had always solved everything with brute strength.

Even when facing difficulties, a little time was all he needed to break through.

But this—

This was impossible to accept.

“AAAAAAGH!!!”

Mid-June.

The day Evelyn’s talk show aired across the United States.

Edward Maxwell had watched the broadcast live.

The WBC heavyweight champion, stripped of all his dignity, sat there, eyes wide, watching every second of it.

“Grhkkkk...!”

And at that moment, he felt the greatest pain of his life.

He had already known that Kim Donghu had saved Evelyn.

Sure, he could accept that much.

In fact, he had even been relieved.

Because Evelyn had gotten out of it unharmed.

But.

No. No, this can’t be happening!

The moment he saw Evelyn’s face, his heart collapsed.

Even the dullest, most oblivious idiot would recognize that expression.

The look of a girl utterly in love.

Thud.

Edward sank to the floor.

But the worst part—

Was yet to come.

—“No one else can call me Jane but him. It’s like a pet name.”

For Edward, who had genuinely liked Evelyn—not just as a fan, but as a man—

this was the single most devastating thing she could have said.

It was practically a public declaration of their relationship.

Her face had been so openly affectionate that even the talk show host had momentarily frozen in shock.

“...Why is time moving so slowly?”

Edward stared at her happy expression and fell into despair once more.

He had always believed that he would be the one to bring her happiness.

And now, his heart was being torn apart.

But from that moment on, time no longer moved slowly for Edward.

Before, he had trained simply to crush his opponents.

But now, he had a specific goal.

He decided to accept it all.

I’ll use all this rage as fuel.

Click.

He turned on the TV.

Vowing never to turn it off again.

July passed, empty and meaningless.

Then August arrived, bringing the official broadcast of Will It Work on the Mainland? on Netflix.

Before, he wouldn’t have even considered watching it.

But now, he had completely changed his mind.

The subtitles are in English anyway.

If that was the case, he might as well analyze every last detail.

With that thought, he pressed play.

“...That scene hasn’t aired yet.”

He realized he had to wait for all twelve episodes.

Annoyed but determined, he resumed training.

Then, about three weeks later—

The scene played on the giant screen.

Bang!

—“Everyone, lower your hands. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Everyone, lower your hands. I don’t want to hurt you...”

Edward muttered Kim Donghu’s words under his breath.

Repeating them over and over as he continued his training.

By late September—

The main trailer for Tarzan was released.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

As expected from a musical film, it showcased dramatic dance and song sequences.

And then, the final scene—

—“...I’ll kill you and wear your hide, Sabo.”

Kim Donghu’s eyes burned with murderous intent.

With that, the two-minute trailer ended.

“Hah.”

Edward let out a breath and simply tweeted—

【 Fake Tarzan, you are unworthy of the name. You should be ashamed of your disgusting luck for standing beside Jane. 】

It was the lightest wording he could manage.

And with that, he shut his phone.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

He poured all his fury into his training.

Turning every ounce of this torment into the fuel for his victory.

And, of course—

The internet went absolutely insane.

The public had always been starving for drama.

A direct call-out like this was exactly what they wanted.

To make things even better, Kim Donghu’s response came swiftly.

ㄴ A scared dog barks the loudest.

A provocation met with an even stronger provocation.

At first, Donghu had assumed this was just theatrics—

a bit of staged trash talk to build hype for the fight.

Until—

【 You being by her side is unacceptable. You need to be punished. 】

ㄴ ...Huh?

ㄴ Uh??

ㄴ Wait, what???

ㄴ ????!

ㄴ What??????

Originally, boxing rivalries followed a simple formula.

Two fighters [N O V E L I G H T] would trash-talk, exchange some insults,

then step into the ring, fight, determine the winner, and move on.

It was a predictable, one-dimensional structure.

After all, how could two fighters possibly build up a full-blown dramatic rivalry like something out of a movie?

That’s why most of the story revolved around how evenly matched they were.

The focus was on their rankings, their positions, what was at stake in the fight.

But the sudden mention of her changed everything.

[Breaking Theory... Edward was secretly in love with Evelyn??]

— But it looks like Kim Donghu stole her from him...

— If you break down his tweet, the only “she” he could be talking about is Evelyn.

ㄴ So it was a love triangle? Edward → Evelyn → Kim Donghu?

Yerim suddenly threw her arms around me.

“Ugh, life overseas is so dry... I swear, I only survive because of this big, warm chest.”

“But it’s a women’s collection. It’s surprising that I’m walking in the show too.”

“Surprising? Of course you are. You’re Louis Vuitton’s muse.”

“What about you?”

“Me? Chanel.”

She grinned as she said it.

Rumor had it that she was on the verge of conquering all four Vogue covers.

That’s something only a handful of models in history have ever done.

And she was already aiming for it at such a young age.

Her talent was simply on another level.

After wrapping up the exhausting days of Fashion Week,

it felt like the universe was granting a small moment of rest before the chaos began again.

“I didn’t book a hotel.”

“So I booked a slightly bigger room.”

“Oh? Then I guess I have no choice but to stay there.”

After enjoying a brief getaway in Paris with Yerim,

I finally regained my focus—just in time for the trash-talk phase to begin.

It’s about time.

Up until now, everything had been done remotely.

But now, we really needed to see each other face to face.

Of course, there were still tickets to sell and other logistics to sort out.

But one thing was clear—the timeline had been drastically moved up.

By the end of October, ticket sales had officially begun.

Now that I think about it, I’ve only been responding to him this whole time.

For once, I figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be the one to make the first move.

“Evelyn, would you be mad if I used you for some trash talk on social media?”

“Right now?”

I decided to ask her directly.

“Yes. I was thinking we could take a photo together.”

“And that photo... it would spread worldwide, right? A picture of the two of us together?”

“Uh... yeah?”

“Great. Let’s do it right now.”

Just like that, I posted something fun.

***

Crack.

For the second time this year—

a phone screen shattered into tiny pieces.

“...I-I’ll kill him the moment I see him!”

Exactly two months before the face-to-face trash talk,

a single tweet—accompanied by an extremely suggestive photo—landed right in front of Edward’s eyes.

【 Do you know the sound Tarzan makes when he takes Jane? @Edward 】

He had been tagged directly.

“...Uuuuuugh.”

His eyes turned bloodshot.

The photo’s composition was outrageous.

Evelyn, turned away, clinging tightly to Kim Donghu.

Donghu, gripping the back of her neck and waist.

Evelyn’s face was buried in his chest.

Donghu was pulling her in aggressively—his lips teasing against her ear.

A picture straight out of a private, intimate moment between Tarzan and Jane.

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”

Edward felt like he was about to lose his mind.