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”

his hand while making the mushroom soup for you. turned into

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know what

glance at her. He was satisfied to

his gesture

Sullivan was in

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

she heard that Brad refused to wash his injury after hurting himself while making the mushroom soup, she was not so

seem immature and

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

in thought. She agreed with what Olivia

not have any expectations. It tasted

had been pleased with anything Brad gave her in

her various precious items that were way above the standard of

help but

A comparison was brutal.

It

barely finishing a small bowl of mushroom soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said, “I can’t eat

pleasantly surprised. “As long as

Sullivan said awkwardly, “Yes, I

down the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs

about to cry when she saw Olivia. “You’re

hand. She helped the latter at

flashed in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He

her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding

blatantly insultedd Bead by Tom of Mrs. Sullivan. Even if she did say he was immature and unwise, she met it as

Mrs. Sullivan would know what

Sullivan treasured her kinship with Brad, even if she

of more than

too hasty in sowing discord. It

traces.

to take

One at a time.

He looked at the bowl of mushroom soup that was

could there be so

that she did not

Sullivan had always finished the dishes Olivia made. Not only that, she would

bowl of

that Olivia’s cooking was delicious

felt that it was impossible. Even if Olivia was very talented, her cooking could not be better than Chef

was a top chef. Even if it were Chef Waynes who made the meals, Mrs. Sullivan would always eat moderately. It was impossible that

at the side and

saw