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.

returned to her room and brought

could smell the delicious aroma in the air. Gulping

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

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

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

even swallow the chicken bones. She

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

licked the residual sauce off her fingers, as if she

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

is going to

She continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being

was finally done with his

anything else I eat going forward will pale in

in satisfaction, Giselle rolled her eyes at Casper. “It’s all your

have deteriorated? It seems I need to

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

heard Casper’s remarks, she had the urge to beat him up for making

while, she had only focused on her studies and never bothered

his cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly

formality between a

I’m telling you the truth. Ever since I came to the university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and