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 room and brought out

out of her room, Giselle could smell the delicious aroma in

to be such a good cook. Compared to the spaghetti Bolognese, she liked these dishes

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

saw how she dug into the food, Casper didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. He quickly

moment, Giselle savored the food so much that she was tempted to even swallow

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

then licked the residual sauce off her

was forced to struggle in life and learn to fend

is going to believe that

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

to Giselle wolfing down 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

else I eat going forward will pale

at Casper. “It’s all your fault. My plan

seems I need to practice

Casper, are you saying this on

heard Casper’s remarks, she had the urge to

on her studies and never bothered

skills have deteriorated, isn’t

now. In contrast to the formality between a teacher and

only eaten at the cafeteria and never