The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 131

The two groups maintained a tense silence, with no further exchanges between them.

Paisley thought she could finally enjoy her meal in peace, so she stopped paying attention to the three at the

other table. However, the occasional cold glare shot from that direction still distracted Paisley, preventing her

from fully immersing herself in the delicious food and beautiful scenery.

Before long, Dominick and his group's meals began to arrive at their table.

Marissa cut her steak in half but suddenly put down her knife and fork.

"What's wrong?" Dominick asked.

Marissa adjusted her sleeves and said softly, "I'm a bit cold."

Dominick was about to call the waiter to raise the temperature of the air conditioning in their area but hesitated.

He lowered his hand, stood up, and took off his suit jacket, draping it over Marissa's shoulders. "Wear my jacket."

Marissa didn't expect Dominick to give her his jacket, and her face showed undeniable shyness and surprise.

"Okay."

The jacket still held Dominick's body warmth.

Marissa wrapped the suit around herself, her eyes gleaming with pride as she glanced at Paisley. She expected

Paisley to notice and react, even if it was just a disgusted eye roll. However, the outcdisappointed Marissa.

Paisley didn't even look their way. At that moment, she was wiping Serena's mouth. She was wearing a gentle

smile, her eyes crinkling as she chatted with Serena.

Marissa always wanted to prove Dominick's love for her in front of Paisley. The more Paisley acted indifferent, the

more Marissa wanted to show off to her.

Perhaps because Marissa had been embarrassed by Paisley repeatedly, she wanted to see Paisley break down

once. So, Marissa picked up her fork, speared a piece of steak, and brought it to Dominick's lips. "Dom, try my

steak. | think it's excellent," Marissa said sweetly, sounding just like a woman in the throes of love.

Dominick hesitated, showing no intention of eating the steak.

Marissa had long anticipated Dominick's reaction and was prepared for it.

To her surprise, Dominick only looked at the steak for a moment before smiling and saying, "Okay," and then he

ate the piece. "Hmm, it's indeed good."

"Right?" Marissa giggled, her soft body unconsciously leaning toward Dominick.

Not only did Dominick not pull away, but he also asked thoughtfully, "Are you still cold?"

Marissa shook her head. "Not at all."

To outsiders, this scene only seemed like a sweet couple.

However, Paisley ignored them completely. After wiping Serena's mouth, she didn't trust Serena to have the soup

by herself, so she fed her spoonful by spoonful.

"Dom, | want to try your dish," Marissa said, still lost in her sweet interaction with Dominick, unaware of the

change in his expression.

"Here, take it all," Dominick said, pushing his untouched plate of food in front of Marissa. He had lost all appetite.

Dominick thought, 'Paisley, you really don't care at all. You haven't even looked atonce.' Previously, even if

Dominick and Marissa hadn't done anything, Paisley would have been upset and noisy. But now, even with their

frequent interactions, Paisley showed no signs of disappointment.

Grayson watched as Paisley personally fed Serena soup, feeling envious. He turned to look at the soup in his

bowl. "Marissa, can you feedssoup?"

"Of course," Marissa happily agreed, using the soup spoon to feed Grayson.

After taking a sip, Grayson deliberately said loudly, "Marissa, you're so nice. | like you the most."

Marissa smiled indulgently, "I like you, too. You're my favorite, Grayson."

Serena, hearing the noise from the next table, frowned unhappily, "Mommy, they're so loud."

Paisley frowned in response, "Let's eat quickly and go home."

Upon hearing Serena and Paisley's conversation, Grayson suddenly lost his desire to eat soup. However, before

he could tell Marissa, Marissa brought another spoonful of soup to his mouth.

Grayson turned his head, and the spoonful of soup spilled onto him. The soup flowed down his collar and into his

shirt.

"Oh no," Marissa exclaimed, quickly grabbing a napkin to wipe Grayson.

"Forget it. Don't wipe it." Dominick stood up. "I'll take him to the restroom to clean up."

"Okay," Marissa said, looking guilty.

As Dominick and Grayson passed by Paisley's table, they both paused for a moment. After seeing the evident

impatience on Paisley's face, they walked away with cold expressions toward the restroom. Once Dominick and

Grayson's figures disappeared from the hall, the guilt on Marissa's face vanished abruptly. She stood up and

walked slowly to Paisley's table. "Ms. Sutton, you saw it, too. Dom, Grayson, and | have a happy life together."

'The sold cliche," Paisley thought silently, responding perfunctorily, "Okay, congratulations." Marissa

frowned, "Paisley, | really hate your pretentious, indifferent attitude."

Paisley was left speechless. "That description fits you better, doesn't it?"

Marissa's expression seemed like she wanted to skin Paisley alive. "Paisley, | know what you're thinking." "What

am | thinking?" Paisley was puzzled.

"You repeatedly humiliatein front of the Vanderbilt family, hoping they will see you in a new light and feel

guilty. Letremind you, that's impossible. As long as I'm here, you can't remarry Dominick," Marissa said in a

resentful tone.

Paisley had always thought Kayla was the crazy one, but now she realized she was wrong. Marissa was the true

lunatic.

Just as Paisley waited for Marissa to continue her nonsensical rant, Marissa suddenly bechesitant. "I'm sorry,

Ms. Sutton. If | apologize to you, can it make you change your mind and accept Grayson and Dom again? If so, I'll

apologize to you.

"It's all my fault. | will leave the Vanderbilt family and go far away, never to appear in front of you and Dom

again. | only ask you not to be so heartless. After all, Grayson is still little, and he needs a mother." Maria stood

up abruptly, holding Serena, and moved away from Marissa. "Damn, is she crazy?" Paisley looked up and indeed

saw Dominick and Grayson walking out of the restroom.

Hearing the argument, Dominick and Grayson hurried back.

"Ms. Sutton, what can | do for you to forgive Dom and Grayson?" Marissa stood beside Paisley, agitated. "I can do

anything as long as you accept them again. It's all my fault. It has nothing to do with them. | wanted too much. |

was wrong..."

As Marissa spoke, she seemed unsteady, as if she was about to fall to the floor.

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