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”

mushroom soup for you. turned into a big red patch. We asked him to rinse it

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know

He was

was sure his gesture had touched

was

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

hurting himself while making the mushroom soup, she

did seem

the mushroom soup was delicious, the wound might have

in thought. She agreed with

She did not have any expectations. It tasted worse than she had expected.

anything Brad gave her in the

had gifted her various precious items that were way above the

could not help but

A comparison was brutal.

It

not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said, “I can’t eat anymore, but the meal

“As long as you

Sullivan said awkwardly, “Yes, I enjoyed

Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs to

to cry when she saw Olivia. “You’re right. Brad

Sullivan’s hand. She helped the latter at down.

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

eyes, her long eyelashes hiding

Even if she did say he was immature and unwise, she met it

of words. Mrs. Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would

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

of more than thirty years

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

traces.

had to

One at a time.

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

could there be so much

that she did not like

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

the bowl of mushroom soup that

that Olivia’s cooking was

it was impossible. Even if Olivia was very

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

the side

this time. He saw the