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

I took a few steps forward, reached out and wrapped my arm around the man's neck. I looked up at him and only said two words, "I want..."

When I finished this series of actions and said these two words, I felt surprised.

I looked at him with my bleary eyes, and my mind was in chaos.

But I am a little sober at the same time.

I was sober that there was some strangeness of the wine that Lisa gave me...

I frowned. "The first glass of cocktail..."

"If you want me, I'll make love to you." Patrick directly interrupted me. He picked me up and walked inside while kissing me.

In the evening, he also drank a lot, and the faint aroma of wine mixed with the smell of tobacco swept through me.

All of a sudden, my whole body turned greedy.

I kept clinging to him for this kind of mixed taste.

Chapter 389 The good time before chaos