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."

a younger Nathaniel trying to act tough while struggling with

the subject. "Who would've thought? Now he dresses himself up all the time. Always looking flashy, like a peacock in

Paisley nodded in agreement.

but instead had a smile on her face the whole time, Diana felt relieved.

the album, Diana said, "These are from Nathaniel's high

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

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.

like taking pictures anymore. This one here

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

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

el.p

attitude, Nathaniel was still

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

away. She thought they were high school classmates. It was

the photo. His face was expressionless, as if talking to someone. Even at eighteen or nineteen, he already carried a natural

son, Nathaniel, who was standing beside him, looking annoyed just because he had