The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 537

Elizabeth walked into the office at the corner.

Seeing Frank’s nameplate hanging on the door, she raised her fist and knocked. “Hello? Dr. Watson? Are you in there?”

The door budged, but no one answered.

Elizabeth gently pushed the door open and glanced around. The office was empty.

Coincidentally, a nurse walked out of the office next to Frank’s. Elizabeth poked her head out and asked the nurse, “Hello. Is Dr. Watson still operating at this time?” The nurse, with her head lowered, leafed through the papers on her clipboard, and answered, “I’m not sure, but it’s late, so he is probably out for dinner. You may wait for him in his office if you want.”

Elizabeth nodded. Then, she went back inside Frank’s office and made herself comfortable.

Frank’s office was different from what Elizabeth had imagined. Doctors in TV shows always seemed to be neat freaks. All their things had their proper places and were arranged in an orderly manner.

In comparison, Frank’s office was in a state of organized chaos. All the books and other reading materials seemed to be stashed randomly. Also, the office was decorated very simply. There wasn’t much other than a desk and a few chairs.

A pillow was on the floor beside the deck chair. It must’ve fallen there. Elizabeth picked up the pillow and, without really thinking about it, began to straighten up the place.

When she was finished, she checked the time and realized that almost an hour had already passed. It was also getting dark outside.

She didn’t want to wait for nothing, so she called Natalie. “Natalie, I think Dr. Watson isn’t here. I’ve been waiting a long time, but I haven’t seen him. How about I come back tomorrow?” Elizabeth felt helpless.

in her man’s arms, and watching TV. She replied, “That’s impossible. I asked Brandon to call the hospital as soon as I was done with work, and

he’d tell her that he didn’t know

you?” Elizabeth sat on the chair,

your hand can’t be cured. If anyone can fix it, it’s Frank. His skills are legendary in the medical industry.” Noticing that Elizabeth’s voice took

said, “If my hand is already a lost

be so negative. Frank is a great doctor. I’m sure he can help you. And did I mention that

more depressed. She said with a sigh, “I’ll let you go now. You just got home from

could say anything else, Elizabeth hung up and then

as soon as she walked out the door, she bumped

sorry,” the doctor apologized without raising his

under his eyes. He put his lab coat over his shoulder,

snapped back to her senses. Was that man Frank

different from what Natalie had

wasn’t sure if the man was the handsome doctor that Natalie had been

and then followed him into the office. When she entered,

on the door twice, cleared her throat, and then asked, “Hi. Are you

forehead. It seemed something was bothering him. “Dr. Watson, I…”

out. I’m not working today. All the

As a doctor, she expected Frank to be professional. But reputable doctors could at times be impudent. So she did not say anything more and just turned around to leave,

no matter how hard she tried, the door just wouldn’t budge. She turned to Frank, embarrassment evident in her voice as she explained, “It’s not that I don’t want to

will not open. I haven’t had it fixed yet.” As he spoke, Frank stood up, aiming for