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

I bent down to pick up the pieces. Then I heard the man's angry voice behind me. "Didn't you go to cook? Where's lunch?!"

I was so frightened that my hand trembled, and the vase fragment broke my finger. The blood quickly flowed out of the wound.

I put my fingers in my mouth. I looked up and found Patrick was looking at me.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should pick up the fragments of the vase first or give him the lunch first.

I struggled for a while and then put the glass pieces beside the wall. I stood up and said, "Please wait for a moment."

After I said that, I went out and put the dishes on the dining car one by one on a movable small table in the room. Then I pushed the small table to the front of Patrick and placed the chopsticks for him.

I said respectfully, "Sir, enjoy your meal."

Patrick did not move. He just lowered his head.

Chapter 440 Stay Up All Night