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 room and brought out

dinner was ready. Walking out of her room, Giselle could smell the delicious aroma in the air. Gulping in hunger, she could hear her stomach

to devour the food. She hadn’t expected Casper to be such a good cook. Compared to the spaghetti Bolognese, she

keep herself slim. She would also avoid having any fast food too. However, there was no place for such

saw how she dug into the food, Casper didn’t know whether to laugh

was tempted to even swallow the chicken bones. She felt his cooking was even better than chefs in

with her big, beautiful eyes, Giselle asked, “Casper, be honest with me. Have you learned how to cook before? Why

sauce off her

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

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didn’t believe him. She continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when she realized that she had cleaned her plate,

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

I eat going forward will pale in

“It’s all your fault. My plan for a diet is now

thought that was good? Why do I feel as if my cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I need to practice more whenever I get the chance,” Casper commented as he took another

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remarks, she had the urge to beat

on her studies and never bothered about learning how

have

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

only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance to cook