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 calculated the date. Sure enough, Lisa's birthday would be on November 24, which was some day next week.

The days passed so fast. And in the blink of an eye, another year had passed.

I answered with a smile, "No problem. I have money now. Of course, I have to send you a gift."

Lisa and I chatted for a while before we hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a little upset in my heart.

I went home, sat in front of the computer, search on Google. Then I heard someone reading behind me, "What kind of gift does a tough woman focusing on her career like?"

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Patrick, who was dressed in a suit, standing behind me with his back bent as he stared at the screen closely.

"Who's going to have a birthday celebration?"

Patrick straightened up, undid his necktie, and asked me.

Chapter 211 There Is Only a Pair of Shoes at Size 37