CHAPTER 825. MY LITTLE BELOVED. A Pretty Girl
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.