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.

recovered her senses. She returned to her room and brought out a textbook to prepare for

dinner was ready. Walking out of her room, Giselle could

began to devour the food. She hadn’t expected Casper to

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

know whether to laugh

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

honest with me. Have you learned how to

off her fingers, as

a poor kid who was forced to struggle in

no one is going to believe that

her eyes, Giselle obviously didn’t 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 plate, she began

Casper ate at a leisurely pace. When he was finally done with his first serving, he realized that

I eat

“It’s all your fault. My plan for a diet is now

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

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

urge to beat him

she had only focused on her

his cooking skills have deteriorated, isn’t he indirectly ridiculing

contrast to the formality between a teacher and

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