The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 26

After wrapping up everything at the school, Dominick didn't head back to the office. Instead, he did something out of character—he took Grayson back to Rosemont Haven.

This was the house he and Paisley had once lived together after getting married. Since their divorce, he hadn't set foot here again.

Grayson, on the other hand, had been living at Vanderbilt Manor under his grandmother's care. Dominick himself spent most of his time either in hotels or at an apartment near his office.

It had been almost four years since he last came here, so much so that when the housekeeper, Lily, saw Dominick and Grayson walk in, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

Lily was the same housekeeper Paisley had hired back in the day. Though no one had been staying at the house recently, she had remained to maintain the property.

"Sir, Mr. Vanderbilt, what brings you back here?" Lily asked nervously, her hands clasped tightly. She couldn't help but think, 'Is this some kind of unannounced inspection? Am I about to lose my job?'

"Nothing, just thought I'd bring Sonny by for a look around," Dominick whispered, his tone laced with exhaustion.

Grayson trailed behind his father and glanced around the surroundings. His memories of the place were faint at best. He only vaguely remembered that his bedroom was on the second floor.

"Dad, what are we doing here?" Grayson asked with a frown. He didn't like this place. He wanted to go back to the manor, where Grandma, Marissa, and Stella were. "It's so empty and cold."

"Are you cold, Mr. Vanderbilt? Should I turn on the heat?" Lily offered, eager to please.

Grayson ignored her and plopped onto the sofa with a pout. "Dad, when are we going home?"

"This is our home," Dominick replied flatly.

Handing Grayson over to Lily, Dominick headed upstairs to the first room—the master bedroom he had once shared with Paisley.

The door creaked open, and the familiarity hit him like a wave. Inside the closet, Paisley's clothes and jewelry were still there. She had left without taking a single thing, just like what she'd announced when she asked for a divorce.

Dominick nodded without a word.

With an embarrassed look, Lily answered, "Mr. Dominick, I'm afraid I can't. That pasta... wasn't just ordinary pasta. Ms. Sutton used different fresh vegetable juice to dye the dough, and the toppings were incredibly complex."

Afraid Dominick'd think she was being lazy 's silence, Lily hurried to explain further, "She even made the broth for it from scratch. I tried learning from her, but no matter what I did, I could never replicate the same flavor.

"Besides, the whole process took hours, sometimes an entire night. Ms. Sutton used to stay up just to make sure you and Mr. Vanderbilt could have it fresh for breakfast."

Dominick sat there, totally stunned. He hadn't realized that something as simple as pasta could take so much effort, or that Paisley had spent sleepless nights making it for him and Grayson.

After Lily left, Dominick leaned back and stared at the ceiling. For the first time in years, he felt like something inside him had cracked open, and a piece of his heart was missing.