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

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

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

ate a small dinner to keep herself slim. She would also avoid having 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 were

to laugh or to

so much that she was tempted to even swallow the

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

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

just a poor kid who was forced to struggle in life and learn to fend off myself,” Casper

one is going

finally stopping from being too full. However, when she realized that

Casper ate at a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with

anything else I eat going forward will pale

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

was good? Why do I feel as if my cooking skills have deteriorated? It seems I need to practice more whenever I get the chance,” Casper commented as he took another

already amazing. Casper, are you saying this on purpose just to dent my pride?” Giselle asked in

she heard Casper’s remarks, she had the urge to beat

this while, she had only focused on her

cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly

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

university, I have only eaten at the cafeteria and