My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Rubbing his temples in a bid to alleviate his headache, Frank took off his mask. Heaving a sigh, he massaged his stiff shoulder.

“He’s no longer in any real danger, but he had been seriously injured. He has multiple second degree burns and his lungs are damaged from inhaling too much smoke. He’s going to be in the hospital for at least three weeks.”

“I need to see him.” She tried to go into the ward. Frank stopped her.

“He’s awake, but you can’t go in there. He needs an asepsis environment while his burns heal. if you go in there right now, you might take in bacteria.”

Disappointment darkened Janet’s eyes. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, lowering her head apologetically.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

okay.” Frank knew that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his chin at the window.

up in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like a mummy.”

the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at the man

much like Frank had said, he was wrapped up in bandages and gauze like a mummy.

he opened his eyes and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn't speak, so he could only blink at her from the other side of the glass. His

If he had not helped her down first, he wouldn’t have been suffering like this.

single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked,

and gave him

thank you, Doctor Watson. Thank you so much for saving him.” “You’re welcome.” Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan

days off from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it was the off season, Tiffany approved her

hospital for several days. The service was great in the private hospital and due to Frank’s