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 room and brought out a textbook to prepare

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

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

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 oily and

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

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

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

residual sauce off her fingers, as

just a poor kid who was forced to struggle in

no one is going to

obviously didn’t believe him. She continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full.

When he was finally done with his first serving, he

that anything else I eat

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

cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I need to practice more whenever I get the chance,” Casper commented as he took another

saying this on purpose just to dent

urge to beat him

this while, she had only focused on her

have deteriorated, isn’t he

that she behaved differently in front of Casper now. In contrast to the formality between a teacher and her student, their interaction felt more

only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance to cook for myself. Hence, today is my