Emma let out a heavy sigh.
"I'm Emma Anderson, just a regular person—no special titles, no secret identities. For some reason, though, I've been cursed with bad luck since I was a kid. Seriously, something unlucky happens to me almost every single day. And if I manage a streak of good days? You can bet something really bad is coming my way. I don't know if it's divine intervention or what, but right before disaster strikes, I always get this gut feeling that helps me avoid it."
As Emma spoke, William kept his eyes glued to her, like he was trying to read her mind. When she finished, he didn't say a word. He just sat there, silent as a tomb, before starting the car and driving towards the villa.
Emma shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
What was that supposed to mean? She knew her story s
