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”

soup for you. turned into a big red patch.

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

know

glance at her. He was satisfied to see Mrs.

sure his gesture had touched

Mrs. Sullivan was in a

that Brad was immature and did not seem wise enough. She was angry to

hurting himself while making the mushroom

seem immature and

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

thought. She agreed with what Olivia said. Brad was

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

Sullivan had been pleased with anything Brad gave

Olivia had gifted her various precious items that were way above

Sullivan could not help but

A comparison was brutal.

It

small bowl of mushroom soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said,

was pleasantly surprised. “As long as

awkwardly,

down the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went

was about to cry when she saw Olivia. “You’re right. Brad is indeed clumsy

Mrs Sullivan’s hand.

in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He is indeed

her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions

if she did say he was

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

treasured her kinship with Brad, even if she was displeased with

more than thirty years was

too hasty in sowing discord.

traces.

had to take

One at a time.

He looked at the

there be so much

it be that she did

always finished the dishes Olivia made. Not only that, she would also ask Olivia to

bowl of mushroom soup that he

that Olivia’s cooking

Even if Olivia

Chef Waynes who made the meals,

stood at the

time. He saw the changes that had happened these few