The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 107

'Not this again,' Paisley thought, fighting back a groan. "Why are you so hung up on love? We're not kids anymore," she said.

"So you don't love him, do you?" Dominick pressed for an answer.

Paisley didn't bother responding. She kept her eyes fixed on Paul, silently willing him to wake up so she could get out of there.

But Dominick wouldn't let her dodge the question. He stepped right in front of her, blocking her view of Paul. "Paisley, I know you never remarried. That you've been raising the kid on your own."

"What are you getting at?" Paisley felt a headache coming on from dealing with Dominick.

Dominick stared at Paisley intently, his eyes full of sincerity. His voice carried a mix of compromise, resignation, and desperate longing.

"I'll treat Rena like my own daughter and love her as if she were mine. Just marry me again, and I can pretend everything that happened before was just a bad dream," Dominick said softly.

Paisley let out a laugh of disbelief. "Why on earth would I want to marry you again?"

"We're both single, and we have Grayson. Isn't getting back together the obvious choice?" Dominick spoke like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Get back together?" Paisley met his eyes head-on, deciding to lay it all out. "What kind of marriage are we talking about here? The kind where you love me only when your schedule allows it?

"Or the kind where you drop everything the moment Marissa needs something? Or maybe the kind where your family still won't accept me after four whole years?

"Tell me, Dominick, what exactly would I get out of marrying you again? So this is what I get? A husband too busy to care about me, some woman standing between us, and a son who doesn't even want me as his mom?"

Each of Paisley's words made Dominick's frown deepen. "Listen, what's going on with Marissa and me—"

"Save it," Paisley cut him off. "I don't care what's happening between you and Marissa. That's your business, not mine. The only reason I'm still here is for Paul. Nothing to do with you, or Grayson, or the whole Vanderbilt family."

"Paisley, just let me—" Dominick still wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a fit of coughing from Paul interrupted their argument.

"Grandpa." Dominick's eyes lit up as he rushed to the bedside. His tense expression melted into relief when he saw Paul was really awake.

"Dom..." Paul called out to Dominick, and then his eyes searched the room until they found Paisley. A weak smile crossed his face. "Paisley, come here to me."

Paul's smile made Paisley's heart clench. She walked over with a lump in her throat. "Mr. Paul Vanderbilt, I'm glad you're awake." She still couldn't bring herself to call him Grandpa.

A flash of disappointment crossed Paul's face. "Thank you for saving me. I might have been unconscious, but I could hear everything. I know it was you who saved me."

"No need to thank me. It was my duty." Paisley checked his condition again and ran through another series of tests. Only after confirming everything was stable did the weight finally lift from her chest.

She turned to Dominick in a businesslike manner. "Since Mr. Paul Vanderbilt is awake, it means he's pulled through this time. Charles and Jonathan will handle his ongoing treatment. My work here is done, so I'll be heading out."

"Mr. Paul Vanderbilt, focus on getting better. I'll take my leave." Paisley grabbed her bag from the couch and headed for the door.