I'm pregnant Sir Behave Yourself by Daphne

Chapter 880 A Familiar Face from the Past

Luke knew that Bianca loved to look at the architecture of foreign countries, especially European architecture. That was why Luke decided to bring her there for the honeymoon.

Three days later, a gigantic cruise ship docked at the port of Venice, Italy's famous "Floating City."

Venice was full of history. Piazza San Marco, Palazzo Ducale, the opera house, and the basilica were the famous attractions that oozed culture and beauty.

Tourists of many different countries were wandering the city.

Piazza San Marco was the liveliest spot in Venice. It had been the social, religious, and political center of the city, and it was a must-visit landmark of the city.

Surrounding the public square were many cafes, boutiques, and specialty stores that attracted visitors from different countries.

Near the square was an open field with neatly trimmed grass, exquisite corridors,

a beautiful musical fountain, and flocks of pure white pigeons.

The musical fountain was surrounded by various sculptures, forming a harmonious scene with the buildings that surrounded it.

There were many street performers. Some were

playing the violin, while some were selling paintings.

The entire square was brimming with an artistic atmosphere.

Luke and Bianca wandered around the plaza for a while. Then, she pulled him to the side and watched someone paint.

Someone played a cheery tune, and the flock of pigeons took flight. The birds flew merrily in the air, their snow-white wings creating a blizzard.

Bianca cried out in surprise. She let go of Luke's hand and danced among the birds.

was a pure golden yellow. Bianca was dressed in a pale blue dress. The golden sun rays enveloped her among the flock of pigeons, which

rested

a scarf, but the feathers at its stomach were yellow-brown. Its gaze was penetrating and arrogant, and it was not afraid of Bianca at all.

laughter resounded in the

the pigeon's wings. She seemed to be glowing under

painting.

by her beauty, and they turned

her and ask, "Signorina, Lei e davvero bella, pub farsi un arnica con mi? (You're very beautiful, Miss. May we be

saying. She stared blankly at the few Italian young

I don't understand..."

they did not give up. Just when they were about to try another

hugging

gaze looked at those Italian young men with hostility. "Mi displace, e la mia amata moglie. (I'm sorry, she

young men were

handsome face with sculpted features and dark irises seemingly speckled with stars. He had a noble demeanor that the best artist would

stood together with the beautiful woman,

scene.

woman was already

and smiled sheepishly before going

and asked, "What did you tell those

that you're pretty, and they

them that

already my wifeLuke gently

her cheek

a beautiful wife could be

look that remarkable. They shouldn't trust their aesthetic

pinched her cheek. She