Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

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

Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

did not know what to say.

He was satisfied

sure his gesture had

Mrs. Sullivan was

her previously that Brad was immature and did not seem wise enough. She was angry to hear that and had spoken up for Brad.

she heard that Brad refused to wash his injury after hurting himself while making the mushroom soup,

did seem immature

have been worth it. However, the soup

Sullivan was deep in thought. She agreed

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

pleased with anything Brad gave her

way above the standard of

but compare Olivia and Brad.

was

It

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

“As long as

“Yes, I enjoyed it.”

the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly

saw Olivia. “You’re right.

She helped the latter at

flashed in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He is indeed very

her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her

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

carefully chosen her choice of words. Mrs. Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would not

Sullivan treasured her kinship with

kinship of more than

hasty in sowing discord. It would

traces.

had to take things slowly.

a

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

there be so

it be that she

only that, she would also ask Olivia

not finish the bowl of

it be that Olivia’s cooking

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

Chef Waynes who made the meals, Mrs. Sullivan would always eat moderately. It was impossible that Olivia cooked

at the

all this time. He saw the changes that had happened these

Mrs. Sullivan adored Ms.Taylor now. She had initially been unhappy with