And Oliver Nash remained silently eating, not uttering a word.
Actually, even when eating, Oliver Nash was quite distracted.
Sitting at this spot, he could easily catch sight of him.
Yet he didn't dare to look much, not even allowing his gaze to linger on him for more than a second.
Still, he was greedy, unable to control himself, cautiously using the corner of his eye to take in his every move, every glance, every smile.
...
After dinner, Neal Galan didn't immediately rest but went to the man-made lake in the villa's back garden.
He just stood quietly by the lake, looking into the endless night, his thoughts drifting.
After five years, he finally saw him again.
Long before setting foot back in River City, he knew that this return would inevitably bring him back in contact with him.
In their childhood, he was his playmate, a caring elder brother.
As they grew up, he became his confidant.
But everything changed five years ago.
