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

At this time, I was standing on the edge of the swimming pool. Ryan didn't let go of me directly. Instead, it wasn't until he dragged me to the lounge chair on the shore that he let go of me.

I tried my best to shake my head so that I could be soberer.

Ryan stood beside me. And I heard the sound of Patrick jumping over the fence.

He walked to me and said, "Get me a bath towel."

"No need. I, I'm all right." I quickly got up and said to Ryan, "Ryan, thank you."

Ryan was about to walk into the room. When he heard what I had said, he looked at me.

He stared at me for two seconds before saying, "It's fine."

At this time, Jeremy had taken out a bath towel from Ryan's room and said to Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, I'll use a bath towel from your room first. And I'll ask the waiter to bring you a new one right away."

Ryan waved his hands and walked into the room on his own.

Chapter 164 Well, If You Aren't Willing, I Will Go to Someone Else