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

Standing at the door of the room, I hesitated for a moment. And I said, "Why don't you take off your T-shirt and give it to me? I'll wash it for you."

"No need. I can wash it by myself."

"Let me do it." I said, feeling apologetic, "I'm the one who stained your T-shirt. If you don't allow me to wash it, I'll feel bad."

Seeing that he couldn't convince me verbally, Shelton had to agree, saying, "Well, hold on. I will go back to my room and get changed."

Shelton quickly came out with another T-shirt on his body and handed the dirty one to me. He said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry to trouble you. It is not easy to get the stain of yellow mango juice washed off. If you can't, you don't have to force yourself. I have brought a few other T-shirts here with me."

It wasn't until I took the T-shirt home I realized that what Shelton had said was right.

Chapter 231 I Helped Shelton Smear Anti-sunlight Lotion