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.

bother her. So, Vivian had

everything in a compartment

why. "Everything comes with a user manual. If you don't understand

with a quiet

you like reading?" Vivian

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

mention that he had read books before the age of ten. "I'll bring a few books for you next time," she

Manfred simply thanked her.

was a man of few

a lot in his

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distant, and before Vivian, he

felt like he was born to

for you. I almost forgot—I'll bring you a chess set. You could play in your

she stood and

gone, Manfred remained still, his gaze turning

the silence of the room settled