The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 39

The strange sense of imbalance was eating him up inside, and his hands were practically tied in knots. "Not hungry, huh?" Paisley's voice was calm, almost indifferent. She looked at Grayson with an expression to match, as if she couldn't care less whether he sat down to eat or not.

Grayson wanted to blurt out something defiant, like "I'm not hungry, and I wouldn't eat your food even if I were!" But before he could open his mouth, his stomach betrayed him with a loud, unmistakable growl. Paisley shook her head and took his hand, gently leading him toward the bathroom. "Go wash your hands and come eat."

Paisley knew Grayson didn't like her, so she didn't try to maintain their relationship to have him accept her.

Since Dominick said it was her responsibility to take care of Grayson, she'd comply with it for the two days.

Grayson let Paisley pull him along, and he glanced at their joined hands. That strange pang of bitterness eased just a little. And so, without protest, he washed his hands as demanded.

It had been a long time since Paisley had made a proper meal. Ever since Maria had been around, she rarely had to cook. Her skills were a bit rusty, but Serena didn't seem to care-she started to dig in the moment she hit the table.

"Slow down," Paisley said to her with a smile. "You'll choke if you're not careful."

She noticed Grayson hadn't touched his food and asked, "What's wrong? Not to your taste?" Grayson pressed his lips together, refusing to answer.

patience thinning. "Well, you'll have to deal with it for two days. Or you can call your

adored Marissa. Surely, she thought Marissa wouldn't mind

shoveling food into his mouth without

guard. 'What's with this

dwell on it. After all, she was only responsible for him for two days, and she

house were all about balance. Meat and vegetables were all carefully portioned out. So when Paisley noticed Serena eating nothing but meat, she

a piece

up just in time to see Grayson silently scooping a giant pile of greens onto his plate. She raised her eyebrows but said nothing, a small smile tugging at her

quietly in her toy corner. The rare calmness in the house gave Paisley a chance to sit on the couch to continue reading

Grayson to finish his book. He was smart-reading a storybook was never much of a challenge. Soon, he was sitting

asked, "Done with

muttered,

you usually do around this