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

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

to be such a good cook. Compared to the spaghetti Bolognese,

for such concerns right then. The moment she picked up her fork, she began digging in enthusiastically. Soon, her lips were all oily and looked

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

much that she was tempted to even swallow the chicken bones. She felt his cooking was even better than chefs in five-star

“Casper, be honest with me. Have you learned how to cook before? Why is your

sauce off her fingers, as if she hadn’t had

just a poor kid who was forced to struggle in life and learn to

going to believe

him. She continued devouring the food for a whole twenty minutes before finally stopping from being too full. However, when she realized that she had cleaned her

finally done with his first serving, he realized that everything else had been cleaned out. All that was left were

anything else I eat going forward will pale

eyes at Casper. “It’s all your fault. My plan for a diet is

I feel as if my cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I need to practice more

cooking is already amazing. Casper, are you saying this on purpose

she had the urge to beat him up for making her

this while, she had only focused on her

have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly

Giselle didn’t realize that she behaved differently in front of Casper now. In contrast to the formality between a teacher and her student, their interaction felt more casual, it looked more like they

telling you the truth. Ever since I came to the university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and never