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.

recovered her senses. She returned to her room and

an hour later, Casper finally announced that dinner was ready. Walking out of her room, Giselle could smell the delicious aroma in the air. Gulping in hunger, she could hear

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

this while, 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

the food, Casper didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. He quickly advised, “Slow down, or

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

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

her fingers, as if she

a poor kid who was forced to struggle in life and learn to fend off myself,” Casper

one is going

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

food, Casper ate at a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with his first serving, he realized

I eat going forward will

Casper. “It’s all

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

is already amazing. Casper, are you saying this on purpose just to dent my

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

her studies and never bothered

his cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly

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

not. I’m 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