The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Rubbing his temples in a bid to alleviate his headache, Frank took off his mask. Heaving a sigh, he massaged his stiff shoulder.

“He’s no longer in any real danger, but he had been seriously injured. He has multiple second degree burns and his lungs are damaged from inhaling too much smoke. He’s going to be in the hospital for at least three weeks.”

“I need to see him.” She tried to go into the ward.

Frank stopped her. “He’s awake, but you can’t go in there. He needs an asepsis environment while his burns heal. If you go in there right now, you might take in bacteria.”

Disappointment darkened Janet’s eyes. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, lowering her head apologetically. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s okay.” Frank knew that she was just worried about Ethan. He raised his chin at the window. “You can see him through the glass, but you should ready your heart for the sight. He’s all wrapped up in gauze. I don’t think even he himself ever imagined someday he’d look just like a mummy.”

smiled, knowing that Frank was making jokes

to the window. Lifting a hand to the glass, she looked at

to his wrist. He had a ventilator on, and much like Frank had said, he was wrapped up in

and turned his head, locking eyes with her. He couldn’t speak, so he could only blink at her from the other side of the

to her eyes again unbidden and she hurriedly covered her mouth with one hand to keep her sobs

he can still torment single people with PDA. What

him a watery smile. “I forgot to thank you, Doctor Watson. Thank you so much for saving

Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There was nothing to thank

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