CHAPTER 825. MY LITTLE BELOVED. A Pretty Girl

Niko’s fingers froze instantly, as if a small electric current had paralyzed him. Throughout his life—at thirty-six years old and with plenty of experience under his belt—he had heard women feign modesty more times than he could count. Perhaps that was why he could bet his life (or plunge his hands into scalding coffee) that this wasn’t one of those times.

The girl truly didn’t believe she was pretty. And he had the strange urge to see for himself.

His fingers pressed slightly against her skin, drawing a faint grimace from her—silent, restrained. She had a small, sad mouth, or maybe it was just the pain. Her eyes were large and brown, her nose upturned, her features delicate. Her long, dull, grayish hair was tied back in a low ponytail.

His fingers trailed lower, brushing the edge of her bra, which framed a full, firm breast that would barely fill his palm. He couldn’t see the rest of her body, hidden beneath his oversized shirt and a long