Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Substitute Bride,Substitute Love

Hearing the staff's words, Patrick said straightforwardly, "We deliberately came here on a bad day."

The staff showed a strange expression, looked at me, and didn't say anything more. He got a marriage certificate for us directly.

When I took the red booklet in my hand and walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau with Patrick, Patrick suddenly turned his head and said in an unusually cold tone, "Charlotte Archer, since you have tried your best to marry me, I naturally won't let you down."

He emphasized that he wouldn't let me down.

Although it was in summer days, there was a layer of goosebumps on my body.

When I was about to explain, Patrick's driver came from a distance with a bottle of water and a small medicine box in his hand.

Patrick gave him a wink. And the driver handed me the water and the medicine box.

Chapter 15 He Had Another Woman in His Arms