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 was about to go downstairs, the bodyguard caught up with me and said, "If you don't want do it, then just go. Master did this just to drive you away."

The bodyguard had recognized me yesterday.

The bodyguard sighed behind me. "You are too stubborn."

Wearing the clothes of the servants in winter, I went to the garden with cotton gloves.

This was the first time I came here. Compared to looking at it from above, the entire garden seemed much larger when standing here.

Looking at the garden of hundreds of square meters, I knew it was no longer a matter of whether I could finish this job.

It was about how long can I hold on.

I said I wouldn't leave, then I wouldn't.

I took a deep breath and squatted down to pluck the weeds.

Chapter 442 Ominous To Die Here