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.

didn't bother her.

a compartment under the bed," Manfred

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

responded with a quiet

like

"I have a few books. Before I turned

books before the age of ten. "I'll bring a few books for you next time,"

Manfred simply thanked her.

was a man of

a lot in

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him emotionally distant, and before Vivian, he always felt like someone undeserving of

born to exist

books for you. I almost forgot—I'll bring you a chess set. You could

that, she

was gone, Manfred remained still,

the silence of the