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.”

about to put on her coat, she paused. There was a dirty black handprint

down at his hands. They appeared to be stained

not

gotten stained while I was helping Wade pick up

amused by

coat. “I’ll have

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

said, “Let’s sit down and have a chat. I’ve seen your

never recover, aren’t there? Do

nervous. “I can’t say for sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does

tell whether Elizabeth had

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

from her reverie, Elizabeth asked, “Dr. Watson, would you like to

for a long time. Janet sent me a message saying 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, to apologize for offending you just

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