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 the evening, I put the card away, took the coffee mugs, and drove home first.

Although I was a little unhappy and didn't want to go, I still made up and changed my clothes.

Sitting on the sofa, I looked at the words on the card, "Seven o'clock tonight, Viennese Restaurant".

I was struggling whether or not I should go.

It was 6:40 now. If I wanted to go, I would have to set off immediately.

I thought for a while, and finally, I picked up my bag and cup, ready to go!

Fortunately, the traffic was no longer much crowded. It took me about 20 minutes to get to the Viennese Restaurant.

I looked at my watch and found that it was exactly seven o'clock.

I stopped my car at the intersection and looked over the situation. There was no car in the parking place of the restaurant, and several waiters were standing in a row at the door.

Patrick had booked the entire venue again.

Chapter 420 Janetta, I like you!