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."

younger Nathaniel trying to act tough while

next second, Diana, as his mother, suddenly changed the subject. "Who would've thought? Now he dresses himself up all the time. Always looking flashy, like a

Paisley nodded in agreement.

put off but instead had a smile on her face the whole time, Diana

the end of the album, Diana said, "These are from

photos?" asked Paisley. Just a page ago, they were

spent his days-"

are. Once they grow up, they don't like taking pictures anymore. This one here I had to force him

back then, didn't he? So many girls had a

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

el.p

that attitude, Nathaniel was

her eye, Paisley noticed a familiar figure at the edge of the

for a moment before she quickly looked away. She thought they were high school classmates. It was

was expressionless, as if talking to someone. Even at eighteen or nineteen, he already carried a natural air

standing beside him, looking annoyed just because he