The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 537

Elizabeth walked into the office at the corner.

Seeing Frank’s nameplate hanging on the door, she raised her fist and knocked. “Hello? Dr. Watson? Are you in there?”

The door budged, but no one answered.

Elizabeth gently pushed the door open and glanced around. The office was empty.

Coincidentally, a nurse walked out of the office next to Frank’s. Elizabeth poked her head out and asked the nurse, “Hello. Is Dr. Watson still operating at this time?” The nurse, with her head lowered, leafed through the papers on her clipboard, and answered, “I’m not sure, but it’s late, so he is probably out for dinner. You may wait for him in his office if you want.”

Elizabeth nodded. Then, she went back inside Frank’s office and made herself comfortable.

Frank’s office was different from what Elizabeth had imagined. Doctors in TV shows always seemed to be neat freaks. All their things had their proper places and were arranged in an orderly manner.

In comparison, Frank’s office was in a state of organized chaos. All the books and other reading materials seemed to be stashed randomly. Also, the office was decorated very simply. There wasn’t much other than a desk and a few chairs.

A pillow was on the floor beside the deck chair. It must’ve fallen there. Elizabeth picked up the pillow and, without really thinking about it, began to straighten up the place.

When she was finished, she checked the time and realized that almost an hour had already passed. It was also getting dark outside.

so she called Natalie. “Natalie, I think Dr. Watson isn’t here. I’ve been waiting a long

Natalie was already home, lying in her man’s arms, and watching TV. She replied, “That’s impossible. I asked Brandon to call the hospital as soon as I was done with work, and he told me that Frank was still there. You can wait a little longer. Maybe Frank is almost done with whatever he’s

Frank. She was concerned that he’d tell her that he didn’t know what was wrong with her hand and had no idea how to fix it. “Maybe the doctors you

don’t you?”

cured. If anyone can fix it, it’s Frank. His skills are legendary

on her face, she said, “If my hand is already a lost

anxious, Natalie replied, “Don’t be so negative. Frank is a great doctor. I’m sure he can help you. And did I mention

She said with a sigh, “I’ll let you go now. You just got home from work. You should rest. I’ll talk to you later,

anything else, Elizabeth hung up

door, she bumped into a male doctor who was

the doctor apologized without raising

and found that he looked exhausted. He looked very slovenly, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He put his lab coat over his shoulder, walked past Elizabeth like

her senses.

totally different from what Natalie had described. He was disheveled and

wasn’t sure if the man was the handsome doctor that Natalie had been talking

and then followed him into the office. When she entered, the doctor was sitting at the

her throat, and then asked, “Hi.

head as his hand met his forehead. It seemed something was bothering him.

said coldly, “Please go out. I’m not working today. All the appointments have

As a doctor, she expected Frank to be professional. But reputable doctors could at times be impudent. So she did not say anything more

as anxiety riled her up. But no matter how hard she tried, the door just wouldn’t budge. She turned to Frank, embarrassment evident in