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.”

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

hands. They appeared to be stained with

not knowing where to

stained while I was helping Wade pick up his tools just now. He should have cleaned his

amused by Frank’s sheepish

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

not in any hurry to wear it now.” She didn’t

at an empty bench not far from where they stood, Frank said, “Let’s sit down and have a chat. I’ve seen your medical records. Most hand troubles are caused by nerve damage, and

are patients who never recover, aren’t there? Do their hands tremble for the rest of

I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes

tell whether Elizabeth had

at her injured hand, lost in thought. Elizabeth recalled the awful scene where Jorge had waved the knife at her. Her fingers

from her reverie,

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

mood wavered. “I’ve troubled her