The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

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.”

worried about

gauze. I don’t think even he

of hesitation, she turned around and walked to the window. Lifting a

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

him, because he opened his eyes 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 glass. His gaze

not helped her down first, he wouldn’t

injured he can still torment single people with PDA What a jerk!” he joked, trying to comfort

tear-filled eyes and gave him a watery

“You’re welcome.” Frank laughed in his mind. Ethan invested in the hospital. There

off from work in a row in order to take care of Ethan. Since it

in the hospital for several days. The service was great in the