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

"Patrick is the boss of Towering High. Even if he allowed me to stay by his side with my current look, others in society wouldn't."

"Unless I don't see the light, once I do, I will be judged and scolded viciously."

"Stop talking. Are you tired? Take a break. We'll arrive at the airport soon. I'll take you back."

Patrick interrupted my words decisively. Of course, he knew what I was going to say.

I lowered my eyes and didn't say anything. I just took my mask over and put it on silently.

Patrick pulled me with one hand and looked out of the window.

The atmosphere inside the car was quiet and depressing for a while. Then Patrick suddenly said, "Don't contact him again in the future."

I looked at Patrick. And my mood was a little complicated.

Chapter 195 Do You Plan To Let Me Call You Auntie One Day?