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

He said that he would take a shower.

Patrick's words were so revealing.

I looked at him suspiciously., "Don't tell me after you're already so badly injured, you are still thinking about that kind of matter?"

Patrick confined me in his arms and said with an innocent expression, "I just asked you to help me take a bath..."

"No." I was a little angry, "Why don't you wait for Caroline to wake up and ask her to help you take a bath?"

"Caroline Archer?" When I mentioned her, I saw that Patrick's eyes dimmed. Only then did he say, "Except for marrying her, I won't do anything else."

"Then why did you ask Wilson to care about her situation?"

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. And I had to say my opinion about this matter at this moment.

As soon as I said that, Patrick frowned slightly, "What?"

Chapter 135 Caroline... She Lost Her Memory