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”

him. He immediately 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

nodded

did not know

was satisfied to

was sure his gesture had

was in

seem wise enough. She was angry to hear that and had spoken

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

did seem immature and unwise.

might have been worth

Sullivan was deep in thought. She agreed with what

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

anything Brad gave her in the

precious items that were way above the standard

could not help but compare

was brutal.

It

force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said, “I can’t eat anymore, but the meal you prepared was delicious.”

surprised. “As long as you like it.”

said awkwardly, “Yes, I

the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly

was about to cry when she saw

Mrs Sullivan’s hand. She helped the latter at

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

her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions

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

choice of words. Mrs. Sullivan would know

kinship with Brad, even if she was

more than thirty years was authentic:

sowing discord. It would not be good if she

traces.

had to take things

a time.

the bowl of

there be so much left?

it be that she did not like it?

the dishes Olivia made. Not only that,

not finish the bowl of mushroom

cooking was delicious and

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

meals, Mrs. Sullivan would always eat moderately. It was impossible that Olivia

at the side

all this time. He saw the changes that had happened

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