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

Shelton looked at me and smiled more brightly, "Because I think I know more about what pregnant women should pay attention to, especially the diet. I think I know more than you do."

As I heard his words, I couldn't help but feel that my face was a little hot.

Indeed, I had been pregnant several times. But I knew little about what a pregnant woman should pay attention to.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that we arrived at the place where the barbecue party would be held.

If it weren't for Amy, I probably wouldn't have come here today.

However, because of this beautiful face, I was full of confidence.

By the time Shelton and I appeared at the barbecue venue, a lot of people had been sitting on the scattered chairs.

There were waiters who barbecued on the side. We just needed to get the food and drink with a plate.

Chapter 230 He Was Going to Get Married. And the Bride Wasn't Me.