The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 89

The room fell into an awkward silence.

Maria couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. She shot Paisley a teasing look. "So that's why she looks like such a mess—from sleeping on the couch. And the way she was talking... Someone might think she spent the night..."

She trailed off, not wanting to say "sleeping with a man" in front of Serena and the kid.

Marissa had been trying to create some suggestive ambiguity in front of Paisley, but Grayson had shut that down right after she said that.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her face burning with embarrassment. But if there was one thing about Marissa, it was her incredible resilience.

She bounced back quickly, taking Grayson's hand affectionately. "Your dad had a bit too much to drink last night. I stayed just in case he needed anything."

Paisley raised an eyebrow, doubting whether Marissa really needed to take care of Dominick at all.

Paisley had already given him hangover pills last night—enough to keep him sound asleep until morning, no special attention needed. But she kept that little detail to herself, not wanting to stir up trouble.

"Ms. Sutton." Marissa switched tactics, her gaze settling on Serena. "You must really love your daughter, carrying her everywhere you go."

Paisley didn't like the way Marissa was eyeing Serena—like a snake sizing up its prey.

"Of course I love her. She's my daughter." Paisley tightened her hold on Serena protectively.

She knew she probably spoiled Serena too much, but there were reasons behind it—reasons she couldn't bear to think about. The memories were still too raw, too painful.

Grayson stared at Paisley, his thin lips pressed together just like Dominick's. 'She loves her daughter...but what about me? Does she really not care about me at all anymore?' he thought. Tears started welling up in his eyes as the hurt settled in.

Dominick, who'd just wrapped up some work, walked out at the sound of Grayson crying. "What's going on? Why's Grayson crying?"

Marissa hugged the crying boy close, gently wiping his tears. "We just ran into Ms. Sutton with her daughter heading out. I brought Grayson over to say hi. Even though he's closer to me, I always hoped they could build a better relationship. She is his birth mother, after all.

"But instead," Marissa let out a heavy sigh, holding Grayson tighter as his sobs grew harder, "she just started calling him ungrateful and going on about how her daughter's the only one she cares about."

She shook her head in disbelief. "They're both her children. How can she be so cold?"

Sure enough, Dominick's expression darkened at Marissa's words. 'Paisley, so only the daughter you had with another man counts as your child? What about the son you had with me? Am I supposed to believe he doesn't matter to you anymore?'

Dominick turned to Grayson, his voice gentle but firm. "Hey buddy, no more tears, okay? Let's not waste another thought on that woman."