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

Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the towel from Shelton's hand and hung it in front of me.

"Turn around and let me check your wound." He did treat me as a patient instead of a woman.

As he spoke, he was about to force me to turn around.

"No, thanks. I'm all right." I flushed. "You go out first. I'll go out after I wash my hair."

At that point, I didn't have the mood to take a shower.

"No." Shelton looked serious, and his eyes were full of worry. "Either I help you wash your hair, or you allow me to check your wound now."

In the small bathroom, the white fog rising from the hot water had almost dissipated. The more I thought about it, the shyer I became. But Shelton blocked me and did not intend to leave.

Chapter 277 Come to the Bedroom