Richest Mogul

Chapter 1848

"Vivian, I feel terrible..."

Manfred's voice was filled with grievance and restraint, tugging at the heartstrings of anyone who heard it.

Vivian felt the intense heat radiating from his palm. She spoke to him softly, soothingly, as if comforting a child. "Let me help you up first, then I'll go get some medicine. Once you take it, you'll feel better."

Manfred gazed at her, the flames in his heart growing uncontrollably, spreading like wildfire and consuming his thoughts. He couldn't suppress the overwhelming urge to possess the person before him.

He wanted to taste her soft, rosy lips, to be close to her, to hold her, to make her his. He wanted to trap her by his side, never letting her leave again-never having to wonder if he would see her another day.

These thoughts flooded his mind uncontrollably.

But reason whispered another truth in his ear. He couldn't treat her this way. He couldn't be so beastly, so despicable. She would hate him.

If she left, she wouldn't come back anymore.

"Would you hate me?" His voice was hoarse, his question cautious and fragile.

He knew he must look terrible right now, exuding an uncontrollable air of desperation and decay. How could she not hate him? Even he hated himself.

without the slightest hesitation, she replied, "How could I

he appeared thin, leaning against the wall, his weight was substantial. It took all her strength to help him

his clothes being half-torn and the room being freezing cold, his body

as he leaned

the faint, delicate fragrance emanating from her a scent that made

his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. A voice within him @rged, "Take her. You'll feel better if you

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an alarm bell, warned him, "You can't.

reached the bed, Vivian

of them froze in

heart

hand, clearly felt the contours of

him to

pressed against his-a, net

"You..."

away with all his might. "I can't hold

from the force, barely steadying herself after nearly falling to

he had lost control.