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 asked, "Shelton, what's wrong with you?"

"I sprained my foot." Shelton smiled with a bitter look on his face, "I wonder if there is any medicine for injuries from falls in your house."

There were only some adhesive bandages in my house as well as some medicine for curing headaches and flu.

I shook my head, "No. But I'll buy some for you."

Shelton refused, "I'll go buy it by myself. It's so late."

"It doesn't matter. I can walk by limping and hopping."

I couldn't be at ease about seeing Shelton limping to buy the medicine by himself.

Shelton wasn't resting assured about my going out alone at night either.

In the end, the two of us decided to go buy the medicine together.

There was a pharmacy running around the clock outside the residential quarter.

Chapter 112 We Are Sisters! Save Me!