Chapter 1938

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Vivian immediately shut her eyes, but the dust still got in. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to adjust.

Then, through the moonlight, she saw several horses come to a stop in front of the government office.

A few figures dismounted from the horses. And among them-one silhouette was unmistakably familiar.

She shot up to her feet. Without hesitation, she ran toward them, her voice ringing through the night-"Manfred! Manfred! Manfred!"

Her voice was hoarse, almost breaking, terrified that he couldn't hear her.

Even the guards at the gate turned their heads.

Against the deathly silence of the night, her desperate shouts cut through like a knife.

Manfred was just about to step over the threshold-but he froze. His back went rigid.

After a whole night of hallucinations, he could no longer tell-was this real? Or another illusion?

"Who dares to call Mr. Atkinson by name?! Such audacity!" A guard scowled.

Kemp was also stunned for a moment before snapping back to his senses. "Some troublemaker. You-go stop her."

"Yes, sir!" Several guards immediately moved forward.

Manfred, still tense, slowly turned around. His gaze landed on Vivian, who was struggling against the guards.

Meanwhile, Vivian looked at the soldiers blocking her way, speechless. But what could she do?

With no other choice, she kept shouting "Manfred! Manfred!"

The guards shielded him from view, and she had no idea if he had stopped or not.

"Again? What makes you think a beggar like you can meet Mr. Atkinson? Get lost before we make you!" One of the guards sneered, his face dark with hostility.

Kemp blinked. "Why does that voice sound familiar?"

Just then, a gust of wind swept past.

Before anyone could react-a figure shot forward.

In the blink of an eye, the guard blocking Vivian was shoved aside.

And in the next moment, she was pulled into a firm, familiar embrace.

The entire scene stunned everyone.

Kemp's eyes widened in shock. He took a closer look at the disheveled woman and gasped in disbelief.

"Miss... Ms. Martin?"

Vivian stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before her. For a moment, she felt dazed.

Compared to the cold, unyielding

wall,

Fed's arms were

some reason, a waarmet

And

surged in her chest.

"It was so hard to find you this time."

Manfred's body remained stiff, even with

like person he had longed fore like a dream. Content belong the 19

day and night in his arms. It still felt

"Is it really you?" His voice was hoarse.

Almost at the same time, Vivian asked, "How many years has it been this time?"

At her words-the dreamlike haze shattered. He knew she was real. She was finally here.

"Three years." His voice was rough, as if the words had scraped against his throat.

Hearing this, Vivian let out a helpless laugh. "Three years? Why does it always take so long?"

In three years, the man before her had become more composed, more unreadable.

Manfred slowly loosened his grip. Lowering his gaze, he took in her appearance.

Her ragged, dust-covered clothes made him pause. "You..."

"It's a long story," Vivian said and

glanced down at herself. She looke

walking pile of dirt. A

Frecognized her. Contehet

And yet, he belongs