Emma Tremont stood there like an outcast, as the traffic lights changed over and over, she just didn't move, her shoulders getting jostled from side to side.
She turned around, not crossing the street, and walked to the trash bin, throwing her bottle of lemon water into it.
She suddenly realised that she truly didn't understand Declan Darcy at all.
Indeed... not to speak of controlling him, she couldn't even see through this man.
Emma looked down at her phone, it was only two in the afternoon, she sighed, might as well just go home and stay in.
As she bowed her head, ready to put her phone in her bag, she noticed a long slash that had torn her bag open.
Emma was startled and quickly checked inside, her wallet had long since disappeared.
It was over; she had been robbed.
It definitely happened when she was foolishly standing on the sidewalk just before.
It really is true... When bad luck strikes, it's just one thing after another without a break.
