Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 300

Mrs Sullivan entered the dining room excitedly. She was surprised to see there was only Brad in the room. She saw there were mushroom soup and waffles on the table.

“Where’re the chocolate croissants? Mrs. Sullivan asked. Then, she smiled and said. “I know. Olivia must be in the kitchen.

There was no hiding Mrs. Sullivan’s joy when she guessed that Olivia was busy in the kitchen. She walked to the kitchen with a smile.

She had just taken a step forward when Brad stopped her. I specially prepared breakfast for you today.”

Mrs. Sullivan was surprised.

She stopped before asking. “What about Olivia? Has Olivia made the croissants?” Brad frowned subtly and put on a gentle expression. I asked her to rest. I wanted to prepare breakfast for you myself today.

That means Olivia didn’t make anything this morning.” Mrs. Sullivan’s voice was a little cold.

She was disappointed.

She had been looking forward to the chocolate croissants Olivia promised. Her disappointment was beyond words.

Fortunately, Mrs. Sullivan could still conceal her disappointment. She tried her best not to look too disappointed.

However, she was visibly listless.

She forced a smile at Brad. You’re a considerate child.”

Brad had a relaxed expression as he explained patiently. “That is what I should do. In the past. I always wanted to cook for you, but I was worried that my culinary skills were not good.”

As he spoke, he scooped a bowl of mushroom soup and handed it to Mrs. Sullivan. “Please try it. It’s my first time making it. It might not taste good.” Mrs. Sullivan took the bowl and took a sip.

The soup remained in her mouth. She did not swallow it..

The taste was awful beyond words.

She forced herself to swallow it and smiled at Brad. “It’s delicious.”

Showed

Brad’s smile spread after hearing what Mrs. Sullivan said. He deliberately the burn on his right hand while serving the waffles. He had scalded it while making waffles.

As expected, Mrs. Sullivan exclaimed, “What happened?”

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Brad retracted his right hand. He looked nonchalant. I’m fine. I just scalded myself”

behind him. He immediately spoke up as instructed by Brad earlier. “He scalded his hand while making the mushroom soup for you. turned into a big red patch. We asked him to rinse it with cold

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

know what

her. He was satisfied to see Mrs. Sullivan’s stunned

sure his gesture had

Sullivan was in a

that Brad was immature and did not seem wise enough. She was angry to hear that and had spoken up for

injury after hurting himself while making the mushroom soup, she was not so

seem immature

delicious, the wound might have been worth it. However, the soup

deep in thought. She agreed with

took a bite of the waffles. She did not have any expectations. It tasted worse than

gave her

her various precious items that were way above the standard of what

Sullivan could not help but compare Olivia

A comparison was brutal.

It

could not force herself to eat anymore. She

Brad was pleasantly surprised. “As long as you

awkwardly, “Yes, I

hurriedly went upstairs

to cry when she

stepped forward and held Mrs Sullivan’s hand. She

Brad was sincere, tears flashed in Mr Sullivan’s

long eyelashes

had never blatantly insultedd Bead by Tom of Mrs. Sullivan. Even if she did say he was immature and unwise, she met it as

choice of words. Mrs. Sullivan would know what

treasured her kinship with Brad, even if she was

of more than thirty

not be too hasty in sowing discord. It would not be

traces.

had to take

One at a time.

in the dining room. He looked at the bowl of mushroom soup that was half empty. He

could there be

she did not like

Not

bowl of mushroom soup

be that Olivia’s cooking was delicious and

his head and felt that it was impossible. Even if Olivia was very talented, her

a top chef. Even if it were Chef Waynes who made the meals, Mrs. Sullivan

at the side and watched

been around all this time. He saw the changes that