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

In a normal situation, if it were another woman, she would definitely feel uncomfortable when she saw this.

However, when I saw this, I was calm. I even felt that this matter had nothing to do with me at all.

She seemed to be worried that I couldn't see her hickeys. So she touched the hickeys with her hands deliberately.

Looking at Emily from the side, Lacy rolled her eyes.

Only Janice did what she should do. It seemed that all these things had nothing to do with her.

After we came downstairs, Shelton put down the newspaper in his hands and went to the dining table.

After the meal, I planned to take Glenn to Nancy's house first. However, Shelton asked me, "Can you have a rest today? I want to show you something."

Chapter 347 Such a Thing Would Happen More Frequently in the Future