Chapter 1588: Eldest Young Master Looking for a Money Boy?

Chapter 1588 -1587: Eldest Young Master Looking for a Money Boy?

This thought popped up, and it wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

The burning heat down below hadn’t dissipated; this damned sensation made his entire body feel uncomfortable.

The Peyton Clan’s housekeeper was stunned for two seconds and then asked Grayson Knight in confusion, “Eldest Young Master, perhaps you’ve been single for too long. Do you want to get a boyfriend?”

Grayson Knight’s eyes flared: “Boyfriend?!!!”

Boyfriend?!

Male, Money boy?

He really wanted to say, “My sexual orientation is completely normal, entirely, nothing to doubt.”

The Peyton Clan’s housekeeper lowered his head, “Eldest Young Master, for over twenty years there’s been no woman by your side, is it possible you like men?” When he first returned to the country, all those around him were a group of men.

That group of playboys, surrounded by women day and night.

Yet not a single woman was seen beside Grayson Knight.

While it’s true that not every man in society is gay, his situation inevitably raises questions, legitimate ones. Could it be wrong?

“Ahem, yes, Eldest Young Master, given today’s society, if you really like men, neither the whole family nor the Peyton Clan would be opposed to it. Holding it all in might harm you,” the housekeeper said.

Grayson Knight’s eyes blazed, a tension filled the air: “I’m normal, even if there is a need, it’s for women and not men, got it?”

The housekeepers lowered their heads.

The maids lowered their heads too.

At this juncture, no one dared to say a word.

We dare not look, we dare not ask!

“Turn around, all of you, get out,” Grayson Knight ordered.

Damnit, the towel is a bit small.

*

Dim, suggestive lighting spilled down.

The atmosphere was slightly chilly.

Eva Nightingale frowned slightly, her long, curled lashes trembled slightly and then she opened her beautiful almond eyes.

The pale purple pupils suddenly enlarged, realizing she was lying in a man’s embrace, and sensed it wasn’t Lucas Knight.

“Ah—”

“You, you you you, who are you!!!”

She was too agitated, pushing the man away and falling down the KTV box seat, but before she hit the ground, a large hand precisely caught her.

Victor Gale’s expression wasn’t good, but his voice was gentle: “Don’t be afraid, it’s me.”

He rubbed her fluffy little head and calmly but dominantly wrapped the girl in his arms.

“Be good and sleep. I have some business to discuss, signing a little contract.”

Eva Nightingale: “!!!”

Everyone: “!!!” A little contract. A little contract?

Master Gale, just how little is this contract you mean?

To know this document, it is……

“Master Gale, the contract seems to have been soaked!” It’s been drenched in red wine, who knows how much this loss will be.

“I….” Eva Nightingale realized she must have accidentally knocked the wine glass just now and wanted to lift her head to see the contract.

But before she could raise her head, the man pressed her head back into his arms with his large hand, “Behave.”

He possesses the aura of a natural king, an innate regal presence, making Eva Nightingale feel she ought to listen to him at that moment!

However, considering she’s an adult and married, it’s a bit awkward being held by an elder.

“What’s wrong? Hungry?”

Victor Gale noticed her wriggling on his chest.

He quickly lowered his head, disregarding the document, and looked at Eva Nightingale wrapped tightly in a black coat, asking, “Or did I wrap you up too tight?”