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.”

to leave. When she was about to put on her coat, she paused.

hands. They appeared

he said awkwardly, not

have gotten stained while I was helping Wade pick

was amused by

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

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

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

are patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do their hands tremble for

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

tell whether Elizabeth

Jorge had waved the knife at her. Her fingers trembled

interrupting her thoughts. Emerging from her reverie, Elizabeth asked, “Dr.

me for a long time. Janet sent me a message saying you’d come here straight after work. I

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