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

As soon as I clicked opened an online shopping application, Patrick covered my hand with his slender fingers, "I have to get a mug now."

Looking up at him, I didn't get his point.

He paused for a while and continued, "Accompany me to buy one outside."

I decisively refused with no deliberation.

He, who seemed to have guessed that I would say so, blurted, "I will delay the deadline for you."

I knew that Patrick surely wouldn't give up with ease before he got a mug.

I just had to accompany him to buy a mug.

Glancing the time, I found that it was 10 a.m. sharp. If I went out with him, I probably could bump into Shelton visiting me here.

Patrick drove me to an independent shop near the studio.

Entering the shop, I found that it was a high-end shop for cutlery only.

The tablewares inside the shop were placed in series, one after another.

Chapter 258 I Am Not Available for a Married Man