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”

scalded his hand while making the mushroom soup for you. turned into a big red patch. We asked him to rinse it

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know what

He was satisfied to see Mrs. Sullivan’s

was sure his gesture had touched

Mrs. Sullivan was

and did not seem wise enough. She was

to wash his injury after hurting himself while making the mushroom

seem immature

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

She agreed

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

been pleased with anything Brad gave her in the past.

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

not help but compare Olivia

A comparison was brutal.

It

soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said, “I can’t eat

surprised. “As long as

Sullivan said awkwardly,

hurriedly went upstairs to look

when she saw Olivia. “You’re right. Brad is indeed

Mrs Sullivan’s hand.

hearing that Brad was sincere, tears flashed in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs.

her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions

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

had carefully chosen her choice of words. Mrs. Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would not be

kinship with

more than thirty years

in sowing discord. It would not be good if

traces.

to take things

One at a time.

He looked at the bowl of mushroom

could there be so much

it be that she

the dishes Olivia made. Not only

finish the bowl of

that Olivia’s cooking was delicious and

and felt that it was impossible. Even if Olivia was

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

Brown stood at the

around all this time. He saw the changes that had