Guys like Duck-Hwan who keep their true intentions hidden while smiling on the outside tend to quickly grow a twisted sense of affection.
Their love, once rejected, would twist into something dangerous. Something ugly.
He never gave me a good feeling from the start, despite how cheerful he could be, and now I know why.
"And if I was?" I asked. "If I met up with a girl just after sending you home because I was suddenly horny, what does that have to do with you? What does that have to do with my stepfather dropping me off at school?" I glared at him, my words full of spite. "Since you recognized the car, you probably saw that it was the same one that dropped by our shop yesterday. Since it's not the first time he's dropped me off, will you assume that I've been having sex with him all this time? Are you going to keep spitting out nonsense for your own sense of satisfaction?"
I slapped his hand away from my shoulder and then grabbed him by the collar.
