The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Locked Up In The Office
Frank kept quiet. He lowered his head as his hand met his forehead. It seemed something was
bothering him. “Dr. Watson, I…” Elizabeth tried but still failed not to come closer to him again.
Without raising his head, Frank said coldly, “Please go out. I’m not working today. All the appointments
have been postponed.”
Elizabeth was instantly discouraged. 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,
feeling unsatisfied. To Elizabeth’s surprise, the door she had just closed wouldn’t open!
Elizabeth twisted the doorknob again and again as anxiety riled her up. But 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 leave. I just can’t open the door.”
“Why did you close the door?” Frank asked, sounding distressed. “The lock of this door is broken. Once
the door closes, it will not open. I haven’t had it fixed yet.” As he spoke, Frank stood up, aiming for the
lounge chair to lie on.
Frank massaged his eyebrows, seemingly out of energy. Frustration took over Elizabeth. She had not
realized until now why Frank had kept his office door open from the very beginning.
Apparently, the lock was broken.
“I’m so sorry.” Elizabeth apologized then cautiously suggested, “Do you know any of the nurses’
numbers? We can call them and ask them to find a locksmith to open it.” Elizabeth went back and sat
on the chair. She looked at the man on the lounge chair.
“I don’t save the nurses’ numbers in my phone.” Frank’s voice was so low it was practically a whisper.
Elizabeth clutched her bag. She had no idea what to say, much less do. Finally, she got up and walked
back to the door, thinking of calling out for help. Then she heard a snore from behind her.
She looked back and saw Frank on the lounge chair, deep in sleep. He had his legs crossed and an
arm covering his eyes.
Their awkward situation made Elizabeth uneasy and self-conscious. She knew better than to wake him
up and so remained silent. Elizabeth slumped back on the chair. She was bored and opted to read a
book she picked up randomly in the room. But the medical book made no sense to her. All she did was
scan the human anatomy sketches inside.
While she was reading, Janet sent her a message asking if she already went home since she said on
the phone earlier that she couldn’t seem to find Frank.
Elizabeth could sense Janet’s anger and anxiety even from her words. She could only explain that she
didn’t leave, but waited patiently for treatment from Frank.
Then Janet asked her impression of Frank.
Phone in hand, Elizabeth turned toward the sleeping man, letting her eyes study him from head to toe.
Frank had a tall nose and thin lips with sharp edges. Even without seeing his entire face, she could tell
how cold and indifferent he must look like.
Sadly, he also looked very haggard. Considering that, he wasn’t handsome at all.
She told Janet that she found Frank a bit unprofessional and casual.
They chatted for a moment longer before finally ending the conversation. Frank remained asleep
throughout.
Elizabeth let out a sigh as her eyes wandered around Frank’s office. A photo on the desk took her
attention.
In the photo, Frank had a bachelor’s suit on and a glint of vibrancy on his face. It should be taken the
day when he graduated from the med school. Compared to what he looked like now… Well. Being a
doctor wasn’t easy, it seemed.
Just then, Frank shifted to his side and curled up. He looked cold. Perhaps the window was not closed
properly, and the wind leaking in blew cold air into the room.
Elizabeth stood up and scanned the room in search of a blanket but found nothing. She then took off
her coat and placed it on Frank.
Now Frank’s knitted brows smoothed and he slept more soundly.
Leaning against the desk, Elizabeth propped her chin up and stared at the sleeping man. She
wondered when Frank would wake up. She actually skipped dinner to see Frank.
But boredom and exhaustion took a toll on her. With her eyelids drooping, Elizabeth yawned and soon
fell asleep.
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