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

By the time I got up the next day, no one had been around me.

I touched the bed and found that it had been cold early, which meant that Patrick had long left.

As I was about to head to the bathroom, I heard water splashing coming from inside.

A servant came out of the bathroom, looked at me with some apology, and said, "Miss Archer."

"Why did you come? Usually, you come in the afternoon, don't you?"

I looked suspiciously at the servant who cleans the room on usual days.

However, after the incident yesterday, when it came to people and things, I had been paying more attention to them for no reason.

The servant said respectfully, "Mr. Patrick sent someone to pick me up this morning. He asked me to clean up the room early in the morning."

I found this matter a little strange. So I walked close to the bathroom.

Chapter 213 They Stood Together as if They Were a Perfect Match