Richest Mogul

Chapter 1815

The sandwiches were warm, still giving off a slight heat.

Vivian's eyes met Manfred's gaze.

When Manfred looked at someone with his usual neutral expression, the coldness in his eyes could freeze a person without him uttering a word. Yet, when his gaze fell on Vivian, that coldness quickly dissipated.

"I brought you some sandwiches. They're fresh, just made. I'm not sure if you'll like them, but Edgar made them. He's an excellent cook, " Vivian said, setting a few sandwiches on the table.

She glanced around curiously. The things she had bought, including the blankets, were nowhere to be seen. She wondered if Manfred had hidden them.

Manfred sat down, his eyes briefly resting on the warm sandwiches, his mind lost in thought.

"Go ahead, eat before they get cold," Vivian said, thinking he might feel awkward about eating.

Manfred nodded. "Okay."

Though Manfred had never tried a sandwich before, he ate slowly, savoring each bite as if committing the taste to memory.

Vivian watched him in silence.

Before coming here, she had already eaten two sandwiches. She had taken a few with her to the bedroom, telling Edgar she had some work to do.

was busy, Edgar didn't bother her. So, Vivian had time

a compartment

a user manual. If you don't understand anything, just ask me," she

responded with

you like

nodded. "I have a few books. Before I turned ten, I read

read books before the age of ten. "I'll bring a

Manfred simply thanked her.

man of few words,

a lot

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and before Vivian, he always felt like someone

he was born to exist in the

Next time I'll bring some books for you. I almost forgot—I'll bring you a chess set.

that, she stood and

Manfred remained still, his

silence of the room settled around