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.”

finished speaking and prepared to leave. When she was about to put on her coat, she paused. There was a dirty black handprint

looked down at his hands. They appeared to

awkwardly, not knowing

gotten stained while I was helping Wade pick

amused by Frank’s

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

hurry to wear it now.”

Frank said, “Let’s sit down and have a chat. I’ve seen your medical records. Most hand troubles

patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do their hands tremble for

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

whether Elizabeth

where Jorge had waved the knife at her.

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

sent me a message saying you’d come here straight after work. I guess you haven’t had

Elizabeth’s mood wavered. “I’ve troubled her