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

After a moment, Ryan took the tea over, drank it, and said with satisfaction, "Alright, alright. From now on, you're Ryan Teague's disciple. You can call me Master or Ryan."

I thought it would be a better term.

After Ryan agreed, he looked at me and said, "You gained an advantage with your face."

I, who was stunned instantly, touched the mask on my face, feeling confused about what his words meant.

Ryan nodded and said, "You look a little like a junior sister of mine, and talk and act like her too..."

Speaking of this, Ryan bowed his head, drank down all the tea in front of him, and poured another cup of tea for himself.

I could see that after Ryan had mentioned his junior sister, he became sad.

His junior sister surely was of extraordinary significance to him. Since he had acknowledged me as his disciple because of his junior sister, he surely wanted to make up for his regret.

Chapter 241 A Burnt Female Corpse on the Yacht Was Found