The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 73

Dominick, feeling out of sorts, leaned against the balcony railing of the 3302 presidential suite, letting the wind cool his frustration. When Julian's call came in, he picked up with a curt. "What?"

On the other end, Julian immediately noticed Dominick's tone. After a brief pause, Julian continued, "The doctor had just checked Marissa again. It's nothing serious. She's going to be alright."

"Alright." Dominick's voice was impatient and dismissive, matching the frustration in his expression. As if on cue, Paisley and Serena's laughter carried over from the neighboring open balcony window. Nathaniel's voice followed, mingling with the cheerful sounds and grating on Dominick's nerves. Dominick's eyes darkened, and he thought irritably, 'Nathaniel's in Paisley's room, huh? Laughing and chatting away like he's having the time of his life. Paisley, your daughter has a father. And yet, here you are, letting another man stay in your room, laughing like nothing's wrong.

On the other end of the line, Julian had no idea what Dominick was dealing with right now and brought up Marissa. "Dom, earlier today Marissa-"

But the noise from next door was getting under Dominick's skin, making it impossible for him to focus on Julian's words. Dominick immediately interrupted, "Anything else?"

Julian hesitated again. "No, that's it. Just don't forget about the opening gala tonight."

"Got it," Dominick replied. With that, he hung up abruptly, still visibly annoyed.

door continued, grating on his nerves. He

and warn Paisley to stop

he stopped in his tracks. He wondered, 'What right do I have to go over there? I'm not Paisley's husband anymore, and I'm

Serena, wearing a princess dress, sat cheerfully in her

said with a faint smile. Hearing Serena's call, he actually walked over, awkwardly folding his tall frame and

don't make things hard

allowed to talk now." Nathaniel chimed in enthusiastically, "Yeah. You can't talk right now, evil

as the defeated witch, obediently kept her mouth shut, wondering

when her evil witch character could "revive", her phone rang. It was Emery. Seizing the opportunity, Paisley asked, "Princess Rena, may

felt as if she'd been granted a pardon as she grabbed her phone and headed out to the balcony. The moment the call connected, Emery's commanding tone came

but she played along anyway. "Mm, you're my dearest

showed us to our room. Should I come find you