The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 271

Paisley accepted Diana's invitation and went to the Beaumont Villa.

In the flower hall, Diana held a photo album, eagerly flipping through the pages as she told stories with great enthusiasm.

"Paisy, look at this one. This was taken when Nathaniel was in kindergarten. See how adorable he was back then?" Diana gazed at the photo of Nathaniel, her eyes filled with affection.

Her manicured fingers gently brushed over the picture, a trace of longing and nostalgia appearing in her eyes.

Paisley took in the scene, a faint smile on her lips as she glanced at the photo.

In the picture, Nathaniel was dressed in a little suit, posing coolly like a miniature adult. But even so, he still looked as cute as a little girl.

Thinking that, Paisley said aloud, "Yeah, he's really cute. Like a little girl."

Diana looked up and met Paisley's gaze, her tone lively. "Right? Nathaniel has been handsome since he was little. I used to love dressing him up. But I guess too many people said he looked like a girl, and he got upset about it.

"After that, he never let me dress him up again. When taking pictures, he always insisted on striking these cool poses."

could easily imagine a younger Nathaniel trying to act tough

mother, suddenly changed the subject. "Who would've thought? Now he dresses himself up all the time. Always

Paisley nodded in agreement.

instead had a smile on

of the album, Diana said, "These are from

his high school photos?" asked Paisley. Just a page ago, they were looking at his elementary school

a time when he was ridiculously rebellious. He hated taking pictures and spent his days-" Diana suddenly realized she shouldn't be badmouthing Nathaniel in front of Paisley. She quickly

anymore. This one here I had to force him to

still looked great back then, didn't he? So many girls

picture, Nathaniel clearly looked impatient. His hands were on his hips, his brows slightly furrowed, and every strand of his hair

el.p

with that attitude,

of her eye, Paisley noticed a familiar figure at the edge of the photo. It was

away. She thought they were high school

talking to someone. Even at eighteen or nineteen, he already

was standing beside him, looking annoyed just because he had to take a