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 coughed hard and barely opened my heavy eyelids. In a daze, I saw a familiar face in front of me...

I pushed the man. And I heard him say in my ear, "Are you awake? I'll help you get up and drink some water."

He added, "The doctor said that you had a high fever. So you need to drink more hot water. Come on. I'll feed you."

His words made me even more worried.

I lay there with my eyes closed, "You don't have to do that. I'll infect you."

No one else fed others water in such a way as he did.

"You can infect me as long as you're cured."

I closed my eyes. But I could feel that there seemed to be a smile on his face when he spoke.

In fact, Patrick didn't know how to take care of someone well at all.

Chapter 154 As Long As You Get Well, I Don't Care Even If You Infect me