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”

while making the mushroom soup for you. turned into a big red patch. We asked him to rinse it with cold water first to prevent it from worsening. However, he insisted that the soup was

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know what

her. He was satisfied

his gesture had touched

Sullivan was in a

seem wise enough. She was angry to hear

his injury after hurting himself

did seem

wound might have been

She agreed with what Olivia said. Brad was

the waffles. She did not have any expectations. It tasted worse than

pleased with anything Brad gave her

had gifted her various precious items that were way above the standard of what Brad had given

could not help but compare Olivia

A comparison was brutal.

It

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

“As long as you like

awkwardly, “Yes,

down the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly

Mrs. Sullivan was about to cry when she saw Olivia.

held Mrs Sullivan’s hand. She helped the latter at

in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He is indeed very

eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in

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

Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would not be angry at

that Mrs. Sullivan treasured her kinship with Brad, even

than

could not be too hasty in sowing discord. It would not be good if she

traces.

had to take things

One at a time.

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

be so much

be that she did not

made. Not only that,

did she not finish the bowl of mushroom

it be that Olivia’s cooking was

his head and felt that it was impossible. Even if Olivia was very

the

at the side

been around all this time. He saw the changes that