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”

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

Sullivan nodded awkwardly.

not know what to say.

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

sure his gesture had touched

was

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

refused to wash his injury after hurting himself

immature and unwise.

was delicious, the wound might have been worth

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

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

pleased with anything Brad gave

items that were way above the standard of

but compare Olivia

comparison was

It

of mushroom soup, Mrs. Sullivan could not force herself to eat anymore. She smiled awkwardly at Brad and said, “I can’t eat anymore, but the meal

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

Sullivan said awkwardly, “Yes, I enjoyed it.”

down the utensils, Mrs. Sullivan hurriedly went upstairs to look for Olivia.

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

Sullivan’s hand. She

flashed in Mr Sullivan’s Pyrs. He is

eyes, her long eyelashes hiding the

by Tom of Mrs. Sullivan. Even if she did say he was immature and unwise, she met it as naive

of words. Mrs. Sullivan would know what she implied, yet she would not be angry at

Mrs. Sullivan treasured her kinship with Brad, even if she was displeased

than thirty years

too hasty in sowing discord. It would

traces.

to take

at a time.

the dining room. He looked at the bowl

be so much

that she did not like

only that, she would also ask Olivia to

bowl of mushroom soup that

be that Olivia’s cooking was delicious and irresistible?

if Olivia was very talented, her

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

the side and watched

all this time. He saw the changes that had

had initially