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”

you. turned into a big red patch. We asked him to rinse it with cold water

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know what

took a glance at her. He was satisfied to see Mrs.

sure his

Sullivan was in

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

injury after hurting himself

did seem immature and

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

Sullivan was deep in thought. She agreed with

have any expectations. It tasted worse than she had expected. She wanted

gave her in the past. She gladly

items that were way above the standard of what Brad had

not help but compare Olivia

A comparison was brutal.

It

bowl of mushroom soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said, “I can’t eat anymore, but the meal you prepared

“As long as

said awkwardly, “Yes, I

Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly

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

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

in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He is

eyelashes

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

Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would not

kinship with Brad, even

kinship of more than

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

traces.

to

One at a time.

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

there be so much

be that she did not like

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

not finish the bowl

that Olivia’s cooking was

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

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

at the side and watched

He saw