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 didn't have time to bother with Mabel at all.

I could feel that there were a pair of cold eyes behind me.

I stood still. And I felt chillness down my back.

Ryan didn't care about what others would think of him at all. After that, he took the shorthand notebook in front of her and went out.

As I was standing there, I heard the sounds of leather shoes rubbing against the ground behind me.

Then Patrick passed by me and walked to the front of Ryan. And he said politely, "Mr. Ryan, this competition is organized by us. We have the responsibility to send everyone back home safely. So she can't go with you."

"Why?" Ryan raised his head and looked at Patrick, "Do you mean that she won't be safe if she goes with me?"

Chapter 166 Cherish Her When You Have a Chance