Becoming the Richest Man Alive

Ever since she tasted his spaghetti Bolognese, she realized she craved his cooking very much.

Any man who could make a mean spaghetti Bolognese was definitely a skillful cook.

“What’s wrong? Is cooking for me too much to ask of you?”

Giselle made a serious expression on purpose before rolling her eyes at Casper. “I’ve given you a chance to have dinner with me. Are you telling me that you’re not keen?”

“Alright. I’ll do it.”

Casper was obviously more than keen even if he could dine with her every day. In fact, it would be even better if they could take their relationship to the next level.

“In that case, why don’t you get cracking? My stomach is already growling,” Giselle pestered while giving him the side-eye.

“Alright, I’ll get on it right away.”

After unloading the ingredients from the fridge, he quickly whipped up some spicy chicken wings, lasagna, and a salad. From their last experience, he had noticed that Giselle liked spicy food.

Therefore, he seasoned the food heavily and made sure they were spicy enough for her.

When she saw how earnest he looked when making dinner, Giselle was struck by a strange sensation. Deep down, she felt her heartstrings being tugged. She couldn’t help but feel the warmth of having a family, and she was the lady of the house.

to her room and brought out a textbook to

Giselle could smell the delicious aroma in the air. Gulping in hunger, she could hear her

hadn’t expected Casper to be such a good cook. Compared

place for such concerns right then. The

Casper didn’t know whether to laugh or

the food so much that she was tempted to even swallow the

big, beautiful eyes, Giselle asked, “Casper, be honest with me. Have you learned

sauce off her fingers, as if she hadn’t had

I’m just a poor kid who was forced to struggle in life

one is going to believe that

continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when

food, Casper ate at a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with his first serving, he realized that

that anything else I eat

in satisfaction, Giselle rolled her eyes at Casper. “It’s all your fault. My plan for a

feel as if my cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I need to

Your cooking is already amazing. Casper, are you saying this on purpose just to dent

remarks, she had the urge to beat him up for making her feel

on her

skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly ridiculing

now. In contrast to the formality between a teacher and her student, their interaction felt more casual, it looked

only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance to cook for myself. Hence, today is my first time cooking here,” Casper explained