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.”

her

his hands. They appeared to

said awkwardly, not knowing where

stained while I was helping Wade pick up

by Frank’s sheepish

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

in any hurry to wear it now.” She didn’t know what else to say to ease the

and have a chat. I’ve seen your medical records. Most

looked doubtful. “But there are patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do their hands tremble for

replied, suddenly aware that Elizabeth was nervous. “I can’t say for sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend on the patient’s own will to recover. The

whether Elizabeth

Elizabeth recalled the awful scene where Jorge had waved the knife at her. Her fingers trembled slightly, and the wound began

from her reverie,

come here straight after work. I guess you haven’t had dinner either. How about we get dinner together? It’ll be my treat,

mood wavered. “I’ve