My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 910 Locked Up In The Office

Frank kept quiet. He lowered his head as his hand met his forehead. It seemed something was bothering him. “Dr. Watson, I…” Elizabeth tried but still failed not to come closer to him again.

Without raising his head, Frank said coldly, “Please go out. I’m not working today. All the appointments have been postponed.”

Elizabeth was instantly discouraged. As a doctor, she expected Frank to be professional. But reputable doctors could at times be impudent. So she did not say anything more and just turned around to leave, feeling unsatisfied. To Elizabeth’s surprise, the door she had just closed wouldn’t open!

Elizabeth twisted the doorknob again and again as anxiety riled her up. But no matter how hard she tried, the door just wouldn’t budge. She turned to Frank, embarrassment evident in her voice as she explained, “It’s not that I don’t want to leave. I just can’t open the door.”

“Why did you close the door?” Frank asked, sounding distressed. “The lock of this door is broken. Once the door closes, it will not open. I haven’t had it fixed yet.” As he spoke, Frank stood up, aiming for the lounge chair to lie on.

Frank massaged his eyebrows, seemingly out of energy. Frustration took over Elizabeth. She had not realized until now why Frank had kept his office door open from the very beginning.

lock was

Elizabeth apologized then cautiously suggested, “Do you know any of the nurses’ numbers? We can call them and ask them to find a locksmith

the nurses’ numbers in my phone.” Frank’s voice was so low it was practically a

bag. She had no idea what to say, much less do. Finally, she got up and walked back to the door, thinking of calling

Frank on the lounge chair, deep in sleep. He had his legs crossed and an

situation made Elizabeth uneasy and self-conscious. She knew better than to wake him up and so remained silent. Elizabeth slumped back on the chair. She was bored and opted to read

her a message asking if she already went home since she said on the phone earlier that she couldn’t seem

and anxiety even from her words. She could only explain that

her

toward the sleeping man, letting her eyes study him from head to

had a tall nose and thin lips with sharp edges. Even without seeing his entire face, she could tell how cold and indifferent he

Considering that, he wasn’t handsome at

that she found Frank a bit