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.”

finished speaking and prepared to leave. When she was about to put on her coat, she paused. There was

his hands. They appeared to

he said awkwardly, not knowing where to

must have gotten stained while I was helping Wade pick up his tools just now. He should have cleaned

amused by Frank’s

coat. “I’ll have it

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

“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

patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do their

would never give up on

whether Elizabeth

Elizabeth recalled the awful scene where Jorge had waved the knife

stomach growled, interrupting her thoughts. Emerging from her reverie,

stood up, embarrassed. “You 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

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