Author’s POVAmy had believed that no one could be as stubborn, crazy, selfish, and an outstanding manipulator as her. But she had forgotten that all her traits came from her father. And now she was driving her car, with Mr Park in the passenger seat beside her, giving that bright sunny smile she had last seen when she was a kid. She didn’t dare glance at him, keeping her gaze steady on the road, acting as if the person beside her didn’t exist.Mr. Park: Thanks for giving me a ride; we were going to the same place anyway. He blurted casually,