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.”

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

down at his hands. They appeared

he said awkwardly, not

helping Wade pick up his tools just now. He should have cleaned his

amused by Frank’s sheepish

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

it now.” She didn’t know what else

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

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

replied, suddenly aware that Elizabeth was nervous. “I can’t say for sure. I would never give up on any patient, but sometimes it does depend

tell whether Elizabeth had heard what

where Jorge had

reverie,

work. I guess you haven’t had dinner either. How about we get dinner together? It’ll be my treat, to apologize for offending

mood wavered. “I’ve troubled her too