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.
