Chapter 979: Honeymoon's next stop

"Sir, what's wrong?" Asked the housekeeper.

"Nothing. I'll go and say a prayer."

"Okay, sir."

The car turned and headed for the nearby church.

Schubles put his hands over his eyes and smiled gently on his lips as he remembered something about Gray's childhood on his firm face.

In March in Britain, many Rosaceae flowers blossomed and the air smelled of fragrance. Gray grew up beautiful, more beautiful than those girls, big blue eyes, snow-white face, a thick golden curly hair, elegant and beautiful, other nobles call him "Little Prince of Roses".

He likes violin. At the age of 6, the violin has already passed...