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 first to prevent it from worsening. However, he insisted that the soup was

Mrs. Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

know

glance at her. He was satisfied to see Mrs. Sullivan’s

sure his gesture

Mrs. Sullivan was

wise enough. She was angry to hear that and had

injury after hurting himself while making the

did seem immature and

might have

was deep in thought. She agreed with what Olivia said.

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

been pleased with anything Brad gave her in the

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

not help but compare

A comparison was brutal.

It

anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad

pleasantly surprised. “As long

awkwardly, “Yes,

the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs

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

Sullivan’s hand. She

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

her eyes, her long eyelashes

she did say he was immature and unwise, she met it as naive and

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

her kinship with Brad, even if

kinship of more than thirty years

too hasty in sowing discord.

traces.

had to

One at a time.

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

be

it be that she

Sullivan had always finished the dishes Olivia made. Not only that,

not finish the bowl of

it be that Olivia’s

felt that it was impossible. Even if Olivia was very talented, her cooking could not be better than

were Chef Waynes who made the meals, Mrs. Sullivan would always eat moderately.

Brown stood at the side and

had been around all this time. He saw the changes