章 116: 116) London Bridge

Vasili

"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down my fair lady," I sang at the top of my lungs with the back windows of Edward's gold Rolls Royce down, where we sat at the back seats. 

"This is the three towers love," he chuckled, "And your drawing attention to us."

I did notice the amount of people take out their phones to take a video of my lovely singing as we passed but I simply did not care. I was happy to be back in London after nearly four months. "I don't care. You're meant to sing with me," I pouted as he shook his head and smiled. 

"Build it up with wood and clay, wood and clay, wood and clay. Build it up with wood and clay my fair lady," Edward sang just as loudly as I did.