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

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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.

At this time, Natalie was already home, lying 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 told me that

Frank was still there. You can wait a little longer. Maybe Frank is almost done with whatever he’s

doing.”

“But I’m afraid that he’ll just tell me the same thing. I’ve seen several doctors before.” Elizabeth was

afraid that she’d just receive another blow from Frank. She was concerned that he’d tell her that he

didn’t know what was wrong with her hand and had no idea how to fix it. “Maybe the doctors you saw

before didn’t perform a thorough examination,” Natalie comforted her over the phone.

“You always like saying nice things, don’t you?” Elizabeth sat on the chair, feeling exhausted.

“It’s impossible that 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 on a low timbre, Natalie felt concerned.

Elizabeth pursed her lips. With a bitter smile on her face, she said, “If my hand is already a lost

cause… Then maybe it’s retribution.”

Feeling even more anxious, Natalie replied, “Don’t be so negative. Frank is a great doctor. I’m sure he

can help you. And did I mention that he’s also good looking? You can– Ouch! Brandon! Why did you

pinch me?”

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

work. You should rest. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

Before Natalie could say anything else, Elizabeth hung up and then left Frank’s office.

But as soon as she walked out the door, she bumped into a male doctor who was taking off his surgical

gown.

“I’m sorry,” the doctor apologized without raising his head.

Elizabeth looked up at him and found that he looked exhausted. He looked very slovenly, and there

were dark circles under his eyes. He put his lab coat over his shoulder, walked past Elizabeth like a

ghost, and shuffled into Frank’s office.

Then, Elizabeth snapped back to her senses. Was that man Frank Watson?

But he looked totally different from what Natalie had described. He was disheveled and appeared

dispirited.

Elizabeth wasn’t sure if the man was the handsome doctor that Natalie had been talking about.

She hesitated for a few seconds and then followed him into the office. When she entered, the doctor

was sitting at the desk, motionless and downcast.

Elizabeth knocked on the door twice, cleared her throat, and then asked, “Hi. Are you Dr. Watson?”

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, Natalie 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 Natalie’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 Natalie 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.