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.”

and prepared to leave. When she was about to put on her coat, she

his hands. They appeared to

not knowing where

gotten stained while I was helping Wade pick up his

was amused by Frank’s sheepish

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

“I’m not in any hurry to wear it now.” She didn’t know what else to say

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

aren’t there? Do

would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend on the patient’s own will to recover. The treatment process won’t be

tell whether Elizabeth

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

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

come here straight after work. I guess you haven’t had dinner either.

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