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

A waiter was standing far away. From a moment before, he had been looking at us, but he dared not to approach us.

Patrick waved at him. "You, come here."

Patrick took out a stack of new cash from his wallet and stuffed that into his hand, saying, "Just keep guarding here. No one is allowed to enter before we both come out!"

The waiter's eyes lit up when he saw the money, "Yes, sir! You can enjoy yourselves!"

I suppose he must have misunderstood us.

When we entered the washroom, Patrick locked the door and unzipped his trousers.

I turned around , and Patrick grabbed me with one of his hand and held his p*nis with the other. I guess that he had ended according to the sound.

When I heard the sound of the zipper being pulled up, I turned around to him.

Chapter 416 This Patrick Must be Fake