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 didn't respond. And I just hugged Nancy.

She hadn't yet stabilized her emotions completely. So I dared not to ask her about what had happened. Neither did I dare to move.

I was afraid that if I asked a question or loosened my grip, Nancy would pull her hair.

I hugged Nancy like this for more than half an hour.

During this period, Nancy had been staring in the direction of the bathroom. And she kept waving her hands up and down.

Moreover, she kept touching the part between her legs from time to time.

It seemed that she felt very uncomfortable there.

"Nancy, Nancy, go take a shower. I'll help you."

I felt that no matter how hard Nancy tried, her body temperature wouldn't go down. Only then did I realize that she had taken a dose of strong medicine.

Chapter 157 I Feel Bad. Help Me Find a Man.