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.”

on her

They appeared to be stained

not knowing

Wade pick up his tools just now. He should

was amused by Frank’s

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

not in any hurry to wear it now.” She

chat. I’ve seen your medical records.

doubtful. “But there are patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do their hands tremble

sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend on the patient’s own will to

whether Elizabeth

thought. Elizabeth recalled the awful scene where Jorge had waved the knife at her. Her

her reverie, Elizabeth asked,

me a message saying you’d come here straight after work. I

of Janet, Elizabeth’s mood