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

Sitting in the passenger seat, I saw that Patrick had been standing there motionlessly through the rearview mirror.

Stopping the car at the parking slot downstairs, he got out of the car first and opened the car door for me.

Reaching out his hand out to me, he said, "Mind your step."

"Thank you." Supported by Shelton's hand, I stood up.

With Shelton's support, I hobbled into the elevator.

In the elevator, I roughly told Shelton about the recent situation of this project.

My clothes on my body were completely soaked wet. When we reached the door of Shelton's room, he took out the key to my room and asked, "Your clothes in previous days are in your house. I'll get one set for you. While you should take a bath at my house."

Chapter 251 You Don't Have to Grow up