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.

She returned to her room and brought out a textbook

was ready. Walking out of her room, Giselle could smell the delicious aroma

sat down, she began to devour the food. She hadn’t expected Casper to be

Giselle ate a small dinner to keep herself slim. She would also avoid having any fast food too. However, there was no place for such concerns right then. The moment she picked

Casper didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. He quickly

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

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

off her fingers, as if

was forced to struggle in life and

going to believe

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

the food, Casper ate at a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with his first serving, he realized that everything else had been cleaned out. All that was left were empty

so delicious that anything else I

Casper. “It’s all your fault. My

skills have deteriorated? It seems

amazing. Casper, are you saying this

the urge to beat him up for

focused on her

cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly

that she behaved differently in front of Casper now. In contrast to the formality between a

the truth. Ever since I came to the university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance to cook for myself. Hence,