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.

Giselle quickly recovered her senses. She returned to her room and brought out a textbook to prepare for

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

devour the food. She hadn’t expected Casper to

She would also avoid having any fast food too. However, there was no place for such concerns right then. The moment she picked

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

even swallow the chicken bones. She felt

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

residual sauce off her fingers,

just a poor kid who was forced to struggle

no one is going to believe that

Giselle obviously didn’t believe him. She continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when she

a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with his first serving, he realized that everything else had been cleaned out. All that

I eat going

Casper. “It’s all your fault. My plan

was good? Why do I feel as if my cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I need to practice more

are you saying this on purpose just to dent my

urge to beat him up for making

had only focused on her studies and never bothered

cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he

now. In contrast to the formality between a teacher and her student, their

the university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance