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

There were two boxes with one being purple and the other one being aquamarine.

"What's this?" I could tell at a glance that there should be accessories in the two boxes.

Patrick took off his suit and said, "The purple one was from Roger for Lisa."

"Me?" I picked up the blue box with a white ribbon wrapped outside.

When I was hesitating whether or not to open the box, Patrick had changed his clothes and came over. With his hands on my waist, he pressed his chin against my neck, "Other women have gifts. And my baby surely needs to get one as well."

"You don't have to thank me. As I said before, it's my turn to love you this time." As Patrick said, he held the box for me with both hands, "Open it and see if you like it or not."

Chapter 212 It Is Considered a Kind of Eternity