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

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

expected Casper to be

any fast food too. However, there was no place for such concerns right then. The moment she picked up her fork,

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

the food so much that she was tempted to even swallow the chicken bones. She felt his

be honest with

sauce off her fingers, as if

who was forced to struggle in life and learn to fend

is going to

whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when she realized that she had cleaned her plate, she began to feel

finally done with his first serving,

else I eat going

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

good? Why do I feel as if my cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I

is already amazing. Casper, are you saying this on purpose

she heard Casper’s remarks, she had the urge

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

skills have deteriorated, isn’t he

that she behaved differently in front of Casper now. In contrast to the formality between a teacher and her student, their interaction felt more casual, it looked more like they

telling you 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, today is my first time cooking here,”