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”

spoke up as instructed by Brad earlier. “He scalded his hand 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.

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know

took a glance at her. He was satisfied to see

sure his gesture had touched

Sullivan was in a

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

she heard that Brad refused to wash his injury after hurting himself while making the mushroom soup, she was not so sure

seem

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

agreed with what Olivia said.

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

Sullivan had been pleased with anything Brad gave her in the past. She gladly accepted

were way above the standard of what Brad

could not help but

A comparison was brutal.

It

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

“As long as you like

said awkwardly,

the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs to

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

Sullivan’s hand. She

flashed in Mr Sullivan’s

her eyes, her long eyelashes

Tom of Mrs. Sullivan. Even if she did say he

would know what she

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

of more than thirty years was

discord. It would not be good if

traces.

had to take

One at a time.

looked at the bowl of mushroom

there be so much

she did

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

the bowl of mushroom soup that

Olivia’s cooking was delicious

impossible. Even if Olivia was very talented,

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

stood at the side

all this time. He saw the changes that