My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1810

Just then, Manfred's voice came from inside the room. "You can come in now."

He waited, but there was no response. Thinking his voice might have been too soft, he raised it slightly and called out again.

Still, silence greeted him. It was as if no one was there.

The medicine he had taken, along with the thermal underwear and down jacket he had put on, had made him feel much warmer. He also felt some strength returning. So, he decided to step outside.

But there was no one outside.

The woman had vanished without a trace, leaving no message or clue behind. Standing in the doorway, Manfred gazed at the thick snowfall blanketing the world outside. A strange disorientation gripped him.

The lingering warmth in his body reminded him that the encounter hadn't been a dream.

"I never got to thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the wind. Snowflakes danced in the air, their delicate patterns a stark contrast to the heaviness in his heart.

Would he ever see her again? He hadn't even asked her name.

After a long moment, he turned back to his room.

On the table, he found several transparent containers filled with food. Suddenly, his stomach growled loudly.

It had been two days since his last meal. The Atkinson family's cruelty was always calculated—they never let him starve or freeze to death. Every few days, someone would check on him, bring some food, and toss him a blanket. When he regained enough strength, they would take the blanket away.

But now, warm food sat before him, something he hadn't had in what felt like forever. Opening the containers, he began to eat.

The chicken soup sent a soothing warmth from his throat to his stomach, spreading through his limbs. Each bite of the vegetables and meat carried the unmistakable care of someone who had cooked with intention.

Although unsure if she would ever see Manfred again, Vivian resolved to prepare.

As the sun rose, she left Dewhurst and set about gathering supplies—a goose-down blanket, canned food, fresh fruit, and other essentials. On a whim, she purchased a portable stove with a gas canister, a pot, and some seasonings.

She even visited a tailor, handing over designs she had sketched for a few outfits. She requested that he make them as quickly as possible, as they were intended for Manfred.

When everything was ready, she packed two large suitcases to the brim.

She folded the goose-down blanket neatly into one suitcase, thinking it should be warm enough for Manfred.

The blanket fit neatly into the suitcase without taking up much space.