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

"Stop talking. Close your eyes and sleep for a while. After the injection, I'll take you back."

I knew what Jason would say, so I interrupted him.

I have already said what I should say, and I don't need to continue this topic.

Jason shook his head, "It's okay. I want to keep you company by chatting."

"No, you'd better get to sleep. There would be too much voice."

When I said this, I was stunned by myself.

What's the matter? Why did the tone of my words seemed a little like Patrick's?

When I realized this, I felt a little upset.

Then Jason went to sleep beside me, I watched a TV series with my mobile phone and earphones.

Jason needed to have two bottles of medicine infused in total. Seeing that one bottle was about to finish, I hurried to ask the nurse to change the other bottle.

Jason had not woken up during the whole process.

Chapter 419 Have you lost your mind because of the fever?