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 put on her coat, she paused. There

looked down at his hands. They appeared to be stained with machine

said awkwardly, not knowing

have gotten stained while I was helping Wade pick up his tools just now.

by

coat. “I’ll have it cleaned and brought back to you,”

to wear it now.” She didn’t know what else to say to

sit down and have a chat. I’ve seen your

recover, aren’t there? Do their hands tremble for

never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend on

couldn’t tell whether Elizabeth

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

interrupting her thoughts. Emerging from her reverie, Elizabeth asked, “Dr.

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

the mention of Janet, Elizabeth’s mood wavered. “I’ve troubled her too