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

"Abort it," Patrick answered without hesitation. In the end, he added in a cold tone, "You took the medicine last time. Never should you intend to have an illegitimate child to entertain my grandpa."

I curled up the corner of my lips and said with a sad smile, "The contraceptive pills won't be always 100% successful."

My question seemed to make Patrick nervous. He looked at my belly and asked, "Are you pregnant?"

"Take a guess." I looked at him with a calm face as I didn't reveal the answer to him.

Patrick looked at me and did not answer. But there wasn't any joy on his face.

Maybe I wished my baby could have a father strongly. I insisted on asking him, "Do you want to see me pregnant or not?"

If he didn't admit it, he would be denying it, wouldn't he?

Chapter 27 They Bought Items for Babies Together