My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1809

"Don't worry. I'm not some man-eating monster. I won't hurt you," Vivian said as she helped Manfred back to his room.

But when she opened the door, she froze.

The room was as cold as the air outside, the furnishings sparse to the point of desolation. A table and chair occupied the space, and a bed stood against the wall. There was no mattress or blanket, just a wooden board.

In that instant, she understood why Manfred preferred to stay outside. At least out there, the sun offered a sliver of warmth. This room felt like an ice cave.

She wondered how Manfred could have survived until now.

"Sit down for now. I'll find something to help," Vivian said, her heart sinking as she took in his condition.

She rummaged through her bag but came up empty-handed—no antipyretics, only cold medicine. Thankfully, there was an unopened bottle of water.

"Take this cold medicine first. Just swallow it with some water."

Manfred didn't move.

Vivian met his wary gaze. "This cold medicine will help relieve your symptoms. I don't have much with me, but I do have this jacket. It should keep you warm for now. Put it on. I'll go buy a few things and come back to check on you."

She knew Manfred would not trust her easily. If she were in his shoes, she would not trust anyone either, especially after being treated unfairly.

After leaving, Vivian hurried to Dewhurst. The small town had only one lingerie store. She quickly grabbed two sets of men's thermal underwear lined with cashmere. She also found a couple of vintage-style down jackets at a nearby shop—clothing that wouldn't seem out of place in Manfred's era.