The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 33

With his arms on his hips, Dominick inspected the whole bathroom but couldn't find any men's toiletries- razor or shaving cream.

In the living room, he didn't see a single sign of a man either.

Except for that extra toothbrush on the sink and the large slippers he was wearing, there was no sign of men's items in the whole apartment.

In the living room, Paisley was quietly wiping down Dominick's suit jacket with a dry cloth.

Grayson and Serena sat on the couch in an almost eerie silence, neither looking at the other. Compared to earlier, Grayson had calmed down, his eyes wandering around the room, his curiosity evident. When their gazes met, he awkwardly looked away, his discomfort still hanging in the air. Serena, on the other hand, pouted, ignoring him but not bothering him either.

When Dominick walked out, the scene before him almost felt too perfect to interrupt. He paused in his tracks and subconsciously held his breath, not wanting to break the peaceful moment.

Paisley finished with the jacket and looked up, only to see Dominick standing there with his eyes locked

her brows, wondering what was up with this

tell from a distance, but since this suit is expensive, you'd better take it

she

it over his arm. "No worries,

eyes and thought, 'Well, of course, it's just a

noticed the ceiling light in the bathroom is

blinked, remembering that the light had been out for a while, but she hadn't had the time to deal with it. She simply replied, "Oh, it just needs a new bulb. I can do

jacket aside and rolling

and a free worker offered to help. She found no reason to turn him down. But she eyed him skeptically

the Vanderbilt family, Dominick might have never done such things by

by her

the new bulb before

it to me," Dominick said, effortlessly lifting the

he called over his shoulder to Grayson, "Sonny,