Richest Mogul

Chapter 1809

"Don't worry. I'm not some man-eating monster. I won't hurt you," Vivian said as she helped Manfred back to his room.

But when she opened the door, she froze.

The room was as cold as the air outside, the furnishings sparse to the point of desolation. A table and chair occupied the space, and a bed stood against the wall. There was no mattress or blanket, just a wooden board.

In that instant, she understood why Manfred preferred to stay outside. At least out there, the sun offered a sliver of warmth. This room felt like an ice cave.

She wondered how Manfred could have survived until now.

"Sit down for now. I'll find something to help," Vivian said, her heart sinking as she took in his condition.

She rummaged through her bag but came up empty-handed-no antipyretics, only cold medicine. Thankfully, there was an unopened bottle of water.

first. Just swallow it

Manfred didn't move.

his wary gaze. "This cold medicine will help relieve your symptoms. I don't have much with me, but I do have this jacket. It should keep you warm for now. Put it on. I'll go

trust her easily. If she were in his shoes, she would not

The small town had only one lingerie store. She quickly grabbed two sets of men's thermal underwear lined with cashmere. She also found a couple of

a restaurant, where she ordered warm

town didn't carry them. Undeterred, she returned to Manfred with the supplies she

minutes later, she arrived back

at the bundles in her

When she left earlier, he'd assumed she wouldn't come back. The medicine she'd left behind

current state, death seemed a relief. But when he took

he couldn't decide whether