My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 913 Treat You To Dinner

Elizabeth took the coat from his hand. “Thanks,” she said with a nod.

“I should be thanking you,” Frank replied. “I just noticed all the documents on the table had been tidied up. Was it you who helped me pack things?” He stood still, trying to keep his breath steady.

“I’m sorry. I moved your things without your permission,” Elizabeth explained, flustered. “I’m a neat freak; I hate to see things in a mess.”

Her cheeks burned with shame.

“I was busy with a surgery today and my table was really messy.” “I thought you were a patient who’d snuck into my office without an appointment,” Frank said apologetically. “I’m sorry about my attitude.”

Frank seemed genuinely remorseful.

“It’s okay,” Elizabeth assured him. “I’m not looking for treatment anyway; I’m afraid of what the doctors might say. I’ve seen several doctors and they’ve all given me the same diagnosis. I was afraid it would be more of the same this time.”

put on her coat, she paused. There was a dirty black handprint where Frank had

looked down at his hands. They appeared to be

awkwardly, not

pick up his tools just

by Frank’s sheepish

back Elizabeth’s coat. “I’ll have it cleaned and

to wear it now.” She didn’t know what else to say to

chat. I’ve seen your medical records. Most hand troubles

there are patients who never recover, aren’t there?

for sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend

whether Elizabeth

awful scene where Jorge had waved the

reverie,

waited for me for a long time. Janet sent me a message saying you’d come here straight after work. I guess you haven’t had dinner either. How about we get dinner together? It’ll be my treat, to apologize for

the mention of Janet, Elizabeth’s mood wavered. “I’ve troubled her too