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

Every word Patrick had said was firm and clear.

Around us, Gina, Caroline, and Jeremy were all in an uproar!

Especially Caroline, who was standing by the fence, looked at me with jealousy and hatred in her eyes.

Her expression showed that she wished she could come over right now and kill me.

As I was hesitating about how to answer him, I heard another voice from the entrance of the rooftop, "Let me go up. Let me go up. Caroline! My baby granddaughter."

I tilted my head and saw Rosy standing at the entrance of the rooftop.

However, no one was supporting her on the side!

I shook off Patrick's hand that was holding onto my arm. Then, I rushed forward and helped Rosy up.

At the same time, I took a look in the direction of the passage to the rooftop.

Then I saw that a figure in a white coat was about to leave.

Chapter 122 Okay, I Will Marry You