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 head, Giselle quickly recovered her senses. She returned to her room and brought out a

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

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

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

Casper didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

that she was tempted to even swallow the chicken bones. She felt his cooking was even better than chefs

with me. Have you learned how to cook before?

her fingers, as if she

who was forced to struggle in life and

no one is going to believe

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

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

anything else I eat going

satisfaction, Giselle rolled her eyes at Casper. “It’s all

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

Casper, are you saying this on purpose just to dent my

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

her

that his cooking skills have

the formality between

truth. Ever since I came to the university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and never had the chance to cook