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 senses. She returned to her

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

sat down, she began to devour the food. She hadn’t expected Casper to be such a good cook. Compared to the spaghetti Bolognese, she liked these dishes

there was no place for such concerns right then. The moment she picked up her fork, she began digging in enthusiastically. Soon, her lips were

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

that she was tempted to even swallow the chicken bones.

with

off her

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

is going to believe

minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when she realized that she had cleaned her plate, she

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

so delicious that anything else I eat going forward will pale in

rolled her eyes at Casper. “It’s all your fault. My plan for

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, are you saying this on purpose

urge to beat him up for making her

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

complaining that his cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly

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

have only eaten at the cafeteria and never had