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

wondering what was up with this guy

quick fix. You can't tell from a

how desperate she was to push him

it over his arm. "No worries,

'Well, of course, it's just a jacket

noticed the ceiling light in the bathroom

been out for a while, but she hadn't had the time to

help you," Dominick said while tossing the jacket aside and rolling up his

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

honorable heir to the Vanderbilt family, Dominick might have never

eyebrows, clearly irritated by her question.

bulb before she

me," Dominick said, effortlessly lifting the

the bathroom, he called over his shoulder to Grayson, "Sonny,