Vivian finished speaking and suddenly realized she had been talking the entire time. She stopped asking questions and simply looked up at the slender young man in front of her. She had to admit that Manfred was undeniably handsome.
Though his complexion was a bit pale, and he seemed a little too thin, she thought that if he gained a few pounds, he would be even more striking.
Manfred blushed, unaccustomed to being looked at like this. No one had ever regarded him with such admiration before. It was a first.
In Vivian's gaze, it was as if there were countless stars shining, a brilliance that unexpectedly pierced through his heart.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vivian smiled warmly. "Because you're so handsome."
Manfred's face flushed deeper, his ears burning with embarrassment.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Vivian suddenly realized this was her third visit, and she had never introduced herself. "I'm Vivian Martin," she said with a smile.
"Ms. Martin."
Vivian nodded, still smiling. "Have you thought of anything else you might need?" she asked.
Manfred hesitated, finding it difficult to speak. There were things he did need.
"Right now, I'm helping you, but who knows, maybe someday you'll return the favor. So don't be shy about asking," Vivian added, sensing that Manfred might be able to help her find Skylar and Joe. Compared to her parents, there was nothing money could buy that mattered more.
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