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 afternoon, my brain almost stopped working.

Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank.

It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing.

I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick.

He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face.

I took out the paper from the bathroom and apologized while wiping. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful."

After cleaning the table, I went to get a mop to wipe the floor again.

The mob was in the tools room downstairs, so I ran over to get it. After finishing the work, Patrick said, "You can go down and prepare dinner first."

Chapter 441 Can't You Throw A Tantrum?