The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1640

Even when they did drink, getting drunk was out of the question. You never knew when a medical emergency might arise.

A surgeon's hands could never shake, and alcohol was the fastest way to ruin manual dexterity.

"I'll just have a taste."

Dr. Terrance was a reasonable man.

He poured himself a thimbleful of the red wine and another of the osmanthus brew.

Barry rarely drank either, so he followed suit, taking only tiny, polite sips.

The glasses were small, holding barely two swallows each. It truly was just a tasting.

Claire poured a splash for herself, enjoying the lively, warm atmosphere of the table.

She was mid-bite when her phone buzzed with a text from Dane.

"You're at Abe's Rotisserie?"

Claire blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected to get caught having dinner.

She quickly typed back, "I wasn't trying to leave you out! I came with Barry and the other doctors from the conference."

"I know, it's fine. I just ordered a plate of your favorite dessert for your table."

A few minutes later, a waiter arrived carrying a delicate plate of Glazed Peach Petals.

The peach blossoms were perfectly in season, and Abe's execution of the dessert was not only visually stunning but profoundly delicious.

It was light, with just the perfect hint of sweetness, an ideal palate cleanser.

"Did Abe send this up too?" Dr. Terrance's eyes lit up the moment the exquisite pastries hit the table.

"We definitely didn't order this. Is this another gift from him?"

The waiter looked directly at the only young woman in the room. "Mr. Green ordered this specifically for Ms. Claire."

Mr. Green?

Dr. Terrance looked completely lost.

"A friend of mine sent it over. Please, dig in, Dr. Terrance."

Claire took one for herself. It was incredible, leaving a fragrant, lingering sweetness on her tongue.

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