The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 910 Locked Up In The Office

Frank kept quiet. He lowered his head as his hand met his forehead. It seemed something was bothering him. “Dr. Watson, I…” Elizabeth tried but still failed not to come closer to him again.

Without raising his head, Frank said coldly, “Please go out. I’m not working today. All the appointments have been postponed.”

Elizabeth was instantly discouraged. As a doctor, she expected Frank to be professional. But reputable doctors could at times be impudent. So she did not say anything more and just turned around to leave, feeling unsatisfied. To Elizabeth’s surprise, the door she had just closed wouldn’t open!

Elizabeth twisted the doorknob again and again 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 her voice as she explained, “It’s not that I don’t want to leave. I just can’t open the door.”

“Why did you close the door?” Frank asked, sounding distressed. “The lock of this door is broken. Once the door closes, it will not open. I haven’t had it fixed yet.” As he spoke, Frank stood up, aiming for the lounge chair to lie on.

Frank massaged his eyebrows, seemingly out of energy. Frustration took over Elizabeth. She had not realized until now why Frank had kept his office door open from the very beginning.

lock was

can call them and ask them to find a locksmith to open it.” Elizabeth went back and sat

phone.” Frank’s voice was so

Finally, she got up and walked back to the door,

deep in sleep. He had his

awkward situation made Elizabeth uneasy and self-conscious. She knew better than to wake him up and so remained silent. Elizabeth slumped back on the chair. She was bored and opted to read

if she already went home since she said on the phone earlier that she couldn’t seem to find

anger and anxiety even from her words. She could only explain that she didn’t

asked her impression

Elizabeth turned toward the sleeping man, letting her eyes study him from head to

nose and thin lips with sharp edges. Even without seeing his entire face,

he also looked very haggard. Considering that, he

found Frank a bit unprofessional