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”

servant was standing 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

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

know

glance at her. He was satisfied

was sure his gesture had

Sullivan was in a

told her previously that Brad was immature and did not seem wise enough.

Brad refused to wash his injury after hurting himself while making the mushroom

did seem

have been

Sullivan was deep in thought. She agreed with what Olivia said. Brad was

a bite of the waffles. She did not have any expectations. It tasted worse than she had expected. She wanted to throw

pleased with anything Brad gave her in

Olivia had gifted her various precious items that were way above the standard of

not help

A comparison was brutal.

It

small bowl of mushroom soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She

“As

said awkwardly, “Yes,

utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs to

Sullivan was about to cry when she saw Olivia.

stepped forward and held Mrs Sullivan’s hand.

sincere, tears flashed in Mr

eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her

Even if she did say he was immature and

words. Mrs. Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would not be angry

well that Mrs. Sullivan treasured her kinship with Brad, even if she was displeased

kinship of more than thirty years was

not be too hasty in sowing discord.

traces.

had to take things

One at a time.

He looked at the bowl of mushroom

be so much

that she did not

Not only

she not finish the bowl of mushroom soup that he

be that Olivia’s

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

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

stood at the

He saw the