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

at his hands. They appeared to

said awkwardly, not knowing

I was helping Wade pick up his tools just now. He should

by

cleared his throat and took back Elizabeth’s coat. “I’ll have it cleaned and brought back to you,” he

“I’m not in any hurry to wear it now.” She didn’t know what else

bench not far from where they stood, Frank said, “Let’s sit down and have a chat. I’ve seen your medical records. Most hand troubles are caused by nerve damage, and the chances of a

are patients who never recover, aren’t

aware that Elizabeth was nervous. “I can’t say for sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend

tell whether Elizabeth had heard what

recalled the awful scene where Jorge had waved the knife at her. Her

Emerging from her reverie, Elizabeth asked, “Dr. Watson,

straight after work. I guess you haven’t had dinner either. How about

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