As the four masked men disappeared into the streets, Liam walked calmly toward the girl who had been shoved aside. She was on the ground, her helmet slightly tilted. He reached out his hand to help her up.
"You okay?" he asked.
She took his hand without hesitation. As she stood and pulled off her helmet, Liam blinked.
She was beautiful. But that wasn't what caught him off guard.
She was Korean.
Long black hair flowed freely down her back in soft, elegant waves. Her pale, flawless skin looked almost untouched by sunlight. Sharp, almond-shaped eyes held a quiet strength as she glanced at him, then toward the shop. Her high cheekbones, soft pink lips, and small, pointed nose gave her a gentle, delicate look—yet she seemed composed, unshaken by what just happened.
What stunned Liam wasn't her looks—it was that the older woman inside had called her daughter. Maybe she was adopted? It crossed his mind for a second, but he didn't dwell on it.
