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”

was standing behind 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 prevent

nodded

not know what to

He was satisfied to see

sure his gesture

Sullivan was in a dilemma.

did not seem wise enough. She was angry to hear

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

seem immature

might have been worth it. However, the

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

did not have any expectations. It tasted worse than she

gave her in the

items that were way above the standard of what Brad had

help but

was

It

eat anymore. She

Brad was pleasantly surprised. “As long as you like it.”

Sullivan said awkwardly, “Yes,

Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went

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

forward and held Mrs Sullivan’s hand. She helped the latter at

that Brad was sincere, tears flashed in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He is indeed

lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the

of Mrs. Sullivan. Even if she did say

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

knew well that Mrs. Sullivan treasured her kinship with Brad, even if she was displeased with him now.

kinship of more than thirty years was

too hasty in sowing discord. It would not be good

traces.

to take things slowly.

at a time.

at the bowl of mushroom soup that was half empty.

be so

be that she did

only that, she would also ask

she not finish the bowl of mushroom soup

it be that Olivia’s cooking

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

meals, Mrs. Sullivan would always eat

the

time. He saw the changes that had happened these few

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