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

It was a small town by the sea. We rode on the bicycles for ten minutes and arrived at a beach. He took me to an old restaurant and had a local breakfast there.

We could see the coastline while sitting there.

I wondered whether I was possessed. As I gazed at the sea, I could even think of Patrick.

All I could think about was Patrick.

Shelton saw through my mind, "Are you thinking about Patrick?"

Shelton heard my answer and couldn't help but smile, "If you answered me with some hesitation, I probably would believe you."

"I..." Hearing his words, unexpectedly, I felt a little embarrassed.

Shelton looked at me, "Don't be shy. Regarding what happened between you and Patrick, I heard some of them. How should I say it? Men always mind that kind of thing. Since Patrick is willing to continue to be with you, I believe that he loves you."

Chapter 193 You Are the Second One Who Eat Dishes Cooked by Me