CHAPTER 832. MY LITTLE BELOVED. A Weapon of Unintentional Destruction

Gigi looked terrified, but for some reason, Niko was already getting used to her and her reactions.

"Why have you never told me your last name?" he suddenly asked, extending his hand to help her out of the car when they arrived at the hotel. "Watch out for—"

That hand turned into two, and then into an "I'll grab everything I can" moment to keep the five hundred contract papers from flying away. Two seconds later, Gigi had regained her balance against his side, half-sprawled, apologizing nonstop.

Niko looked at her again with condescension because, without a doubt, this creature could never be a housewife—she’d probably burn the house down on the first day.

"Your last name?" he cleared his throat, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, well, it's just that you never asked me, Mr. Keller!" she smiled as she clung tightly to the stair railing.

And Niko thought that he had asked her. He had said: "Miss...?" And she had answ