The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 45

Grayson stood rooted in place, clearly reluctant to get into the car. When Marissa noticed this, a trace of urgency flashed in her eyes. "You're not listening to me anymore, Sonny? That makes me so sad," she said, her tone tinged with exaggerated hurt.

Hearing her tone, he quickly responded, "No, it's not like that... I'll go right now." With that, he obediently dashed to Marissa's car and stood by the door. However, he didn't get in.

Marissa frowned slightly at Grayson's hesitation but chose not to press him further. Instead, she turned her attention to Paisley.

Paisley, holding Serena's hand, stopped in her tracks. She seemed puzzled by Marissa's insistence, asking, "Is there anything else you need?"

With a smile, Marissa stepped closer to Paisley, though her tone had lost all its earlier gentleness as she said, "Tell me, Paisley-what are your plans now that you're back in Harrowfell?"

Paisley brushed a strand of hair blown loose by the wind and answered in an indifferent tone, "I have a friend whose neighborhood is overrun with flies and pests because of poor sanitation. It's been driving her crazy."

stop skirting around the question. What does your

shrugged nonchalantly, and she answered indifferently, "Exactly. What does it have to do with

when Marissa realized Paisley was mocking her not just mocking her, but comparing her to revolting things like flies and

effort to dress up, yet she managed to stir an intense sense of insecurity

herself and adjusted her expression, regaining her composure. "I just wanted to say that since you and Dom are divorced, you should

as well." She thought irritably, 'Hopefully that dog

"You don't seriously think Dom is

I know exactly what he's thinking. He's just trying to be polite for Sonny's sake because you're his biological mother. But you should understand that you're

taken aback by Marissa's logic that she almost laughed outright. And in the end, she did, unable

her reaction, Marissa's frustration boiled over, and she demanded, "What's so