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.

her

finally announced that dinner was ready. Walking out of her room, Giselle could smell the delicious aroma in the air.

she began to devour the food. She hadn’t expected Casper to

too. However, there was no place for such

into the food, Casper didn’t know whether to laugh or to

that she was tempted to even swallow the chicken bones. She felt his cooking was even better than chefs in five-star

with her big, beautiful eyes, Giselle asked, “Casper, be honest with me.

licked the residual sauce off her fingers,

a poor kid who was forced to struggle in life and learn to fend

no one is going to believe

believe him. She continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping

Giselle wolfing down the food, Casper ate at a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with his first serving, he

so delicious that anything else I eat

rolled her eyes at Casper. “It’s all

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

already amazing. Casper, are you saying this on purpose just to dent my pride?” Giselle

the urge to beat him up

had only focused on her studies and never bothered about learning how to

cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t

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

Ever since I came to the university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance