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.

to her room and brought out a textbook to prepare

out of her room, Giselle could smell the delicious aroma

Casper to be such a good cook. Compared

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 were all

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

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 before? Why is

sauce off her fingers, as

forced to struggle in

one is going to believe that

whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when she realized that she had

done with his first serving, he realized that everything else had been cleaned

else I eat going

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

It seems I need to practice more whenever I get the chance,” Casper commented as he took another

you saying this on purpose just to dent my pride?” Giselle asked

urge to beat him up for making

focused on her studies

cooking skills have

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

I have only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance to cook for myself. Hence,