The Substitute Wife: 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.”

to leave. When she was about to put on her coat, she paused. There was

looked down at his hands. They appeared

he said awkwardly, not knowing where

helping Wade pick up his tools just now. He

was amused by

his throat and took back Elizabeth’s coat. “I’ll have it

Elizabeth agreed. “I’m not in any hurry to wear it now.” She

have a chat. I’ve seen your medical records. Most hand troubles are caused by nerve damage, and the chances

“But there are patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do

differently,” Frank replied, suddenly aware that Elizabeth was nervous. “I can’t say for sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does

couldn’t tell whether Elizabeth had

scene where Jorge had waved the knife at her. Her fingers trembled slightly, and the wound began

stomach growled, interrupting her thoughts. Emerging from her reverie, Elizabeth asked, “Dr. Watson, would

you’d come here straight after work. I guess you haven’t had dinner either. How about we get dinner together? It’ll be my treat,

Janet, Elizabeth’s mood