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

When I stood at the door, a bodyguard opened the door for me and asked, "Are you a new servant?"

Fortunately, it was exceptionally cold today. Even if I wrapped myself up like a dumpling and only showed my eyes, the bodyguards did not doubt me.

He open the door after looking at me for a few more seconds.

This time, he didn't take me to the living room. Instead, he took me to the servant room in the corner and arranged a room for me. He said impatiently, "First change your clothes and then follow me to see the young master."

There were probably seven or eight servant rooms in this manor.

The one arranged for me by the bodyguards is the one closest to the door.

I quickly took off my jacket and put on a uniform for servants. Then I put on the flat-toned glasses that I had prepared long ago.

As soon as I went out, she lowered her head.

Chapter 438 Help Me Take A Bath