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

Patrick was as overbearing as ever. And I pushed him hard.

However, the harder I pushed him, the tighter he held me.

And the more fervently he kissed me.

Although it was a cold winter night, Patrick's body was burning hot. Holding me in his arms, he seemed to intend to burn me up. However, for some reason, right at this moment, I couldn't be calmer.

I struggled and finally broke free from his arms in success. Covering my red lips which had been swollen because of the kissing with both hands, I hesitated for a moment and said, "Patrick Cowell, I'm sorry. Disregard the feelings I have for you, with my own sense of morality and my current identity, I won't allow anything to happen between you and me."

Sitting in a chair, Patrick looked at me and nodded, "Okay then. I won't force you. What you have to do now is to wait for the day when you come back to my side."

I looked at him, feeling extremely gloomy in my heart.

Chapter 359 Okay then. I Won't Force You.