After speaking, he turned to leave, planning to go to the kitchen to peel an apple and bring it over.
But just as he turned to leave, Neal Galan coldly said, "Peel it here!"
Oliver Nash turned around, looking at Neal Galan, "Here?"
Neal replied coldly, "What? Can't you?"
"Alright." Oliver agreed and turned to leave.
Shortly after, Oliver returned with a fruit platter.
He picked an apple from the platter and looked at Neal Galan, "Alston, is this one okay?"
Neal nodded, "It's fine."
"Good, let's have this one." With that, Oliver sat down and focused on peeling the apple.
While Oliver was peeling the apple, Neal, sitting on the bed, stood up.
Dragging his heavy legs, he approached Oliver step by step.
Seeing Neal's movement, Oliver smiled gently, "Alston, just wait there, I'll bring it to you once it's peeled."
"I've been lying down too long, need to move around." Neal spoke coldly, continuing to make his way toward Oliver.
Finally, he got close to Oliver.
