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

I looked at Patrick, wondering what he was up to.

But I was so naive that I thought he would leave after the meal.

So I obediently did the cooking and then called him to have meal.

The dining table in this room was a round one. After Patrick sat down, he patted the chair next to him and said, "Sit here."

I hesitated for a moment and sat down by his side as he said in the end.

At this time, what I was thinking was that I should satisfy him so that he could leave.

I sat on the side and watched Patrick having meal there.

As he asked me to help him get the third bowl of rice, I asked him kindly, "Do you eat so much for dinner now?"

I didn't ask any more questions. And I could only fill another bowl of rice for him.

Chapter 61 Charlotte Archer, I Seem to Have Fallen for You