At RX Hotel.
"Claire, here, have some pigeon soup." Addison Powell placed a steaming bowl in front of her.
"Thank you."
Claire picked up the spoon and was about to take a sip when her eyes suddenly widened. At the entrance, a tall young man walked in, his arm linked with that of a fresh-faced girl. The man was none other than Gilbert Watson.
The girl wore her hair in a ponytail, dressed simply in a T-shirt and jeans, radiating youthful energy and modest charm, completely different from Emma's glamorous style.
The two chatted happily, close and carefree. The girl spoke shyly now and then, her face lit with innocent laughter, while the man looked at her with indulgence, occasionally ruffling her hair.
Heavens, what rotten luck!
Claire could hardly believe it. Of all places, she had to run into Gilbert on a date while she was dining here.
Her back stiffened, and she nearly choked on her soup.
The hotel manager rushed forward to greet Gilbert, bowing respectfully.
