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”

“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

nodded awkwardly.

did not know what to

took a glance at her. He was

gesture had touched her.

was in

seem wise enough. She was angry to hear

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

did seem immature and unwise.

might have

She agreed with

have any expectations.

with anything Brad gave her in the past. She gladly accepted everything.

Olivia had gifted her various precious items that were way above the

not help but

comparison was

It

a small bowl of mushroom soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly

surprised. “As long as you like it.”

“Yes, I enjoyed

Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs to

Olivia.” Mrs. Sullivan was about to cry when she saw Olivia. “You’re right.

Mrs Sullivan’s hand. She helped the latter at

was sincere, tears flashed in Mr

eyelashes

Bead by Tom of Mrs. Sullivan. Even if she did say

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

her kinship with Brad, even if she was displeased with

kinship of more than thirty years

discord. It would not

traces.

had to take things slowly.

at a

in the dining room. He looked at the

be so

she did not like it?

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

finish the bowl of mushroom soup that he made?

cooking

was impossible. Even if Olivia was very talented, her cooking could not

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

Brown stood at the side and watched

time. He saw the changes

Mrs. Sullivan adored Ms.Taylor now. She had initially been unhappy with Ms Taylor. However, they were