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

"Then, I'll make up a birthday celebration for you."

Then I could prepare a decent gift for him.

But Patrick seemed to predict what I was thinking and said, "Have you bought me a present today?"

"I only want the present you bought today. You don't need to buy anything else. To keep you from changing, you should send me the photo of the gift you bought today."

His voice was firm, and he didn't allow me to refuse.

I looked at the kraft paper bag in the passenger seat, which was already a little creased, and felt a little sorry.

He heard me saying nothing and said, " Shoot it as soon as I hang up the phone. I don't want anything else, but only this."

The man's words made me a little confused. I looked at the bag and narrowed my eyes. "Do you know what I bought for you?"

Chapter 422 It would be a birthday celebrated by only the two of us.